Metamorphosnow

Snow, snow and more snow
Each, a different snow
As if it has an identity

Sprinkled on this mountain top
Smeared on that peak

Powdered snow
Paste like at times
Narrow streaks of white here
But liberal patches there

Layers of cream on brown earth
Like vanilla and chocolate

Coarse like powdered sugar
Fine like talcum

Glistening sparkling
Playing hide and seek
As the sun and the clouds
Battle to lay claim

Milk white all day
Grey during dusk
Turns peach when bathed in golden rays
Of the morning sun

Ever elusive
But when finally in reach
Chunks of ice
Heavy as a stone

Soft as feather from far
Stiff as rock when near

So cold
It feels like a thousand needles

Inviting yet invincible
Hiding hollows beneath a beautiful surface

Slipping from beneath your feet
Even as you climb most cautiously
As if to say, “To crown a mountain is my prerogative
Nobody else shall get to the peak”

Dangerous innocence
Just like the Ocean
But who has been able to resist the lure of the Ocean?
And who has been able to escape the charm of Snow?