As the heavenly
firmament could no longer
Take hold of its icy
belongings,
The fleecy snow
descended into incessant drops.
The sequel was its
white foam having clad the dusty ground.
It has its pressure exerted
on the porticoes beneath.
The feebly grown
twigs and branches,
With their lichen
blotched barks,
Couldn't resist but
surrender themselves,
That drooped or fell
on the ground in utter despair.
The gentle knock it
had upon the roofs,
Had its inhabitants
fueled up.
The beauty and the
glee it brought
Radiating all over
their body.
People with weather-
bitten appearances,
And glimmering ruddy
cheeks,
Rushed out like
swarms of bees.
Every mouth that opened,
Ejected lumps of vapour,
Ejected lumps of vapour,
That hovered ahead
for a moment,
And vanished amid the
sky as a few seconds elapsed.
Everyone ruffled in
their cravats,
With their cozy boots
well up the knee,
Dressed in their
tweed jackets,
Swaggered to catch
the wavering snow.
The vigilant eyes
that blinked constantly,
Made an assurance to
gift every passerby with a hit,
By tossing the well
molded ice crystal up in the air,
That landed on their
target with a thud.