Like starving wolves, the storm arrived,
wildly snarling through the night,
fangs ripping at the roof and eaves
ferociously till early light.
Then stillness filled the world outside,
a breathless sapphire-blue landscape.
Drifting snow draped fallow fields,
all artist-drawn with softened shape.
The turquoise sky, horizon met
as snow-globe shaken flakes still fell.
Stalwart thistles blue and brown
on leafless stalks stood in the dell.
The cabin on the blue-tinged knoll
seemed lost and stranded nestled there
until one spied the chimney smoke
now swirling, curling in the air.
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