I gazed upon the yard of frozen ground, frozen trees, frozen sky. The ground was covered with a soft blanket of snow, glistening in the bright morning light. The trees loomed above in a semicircle around the small clearing, their branches mixing, intertwining, in a maze of glistening fingers reaching out to the frosty blue heavens above. Icicles hung from brown lifeless branches, giving a new life of dazzling ferocity, them seeming as teeth ready to grab. The forest of glittering beasts stretching as far as the eye could see.
At first glance, this shimmering world seemed still and lifeless as a picture scene, but upon closer inspection, revealed a busy world of creatures and movement. A nearby squirrel scampered along the slippery boughs of the tree, dislodging in his haste, a shower of ice which sprinkled down like shattered glass. The wind blew through the trees, picking up the snow and sending it swirling and dancing across the frozen ground in an intricate dance, covering the tracks left behind by a raccoon and a winter deer. Overhead, a hawk cried and the wind whistled a fierce tune.
As the wind died, the scene calmed, but came alive, leaving me to find what other wonders this frozen, sparkling world outside my door held. The cold bit my nose and froze my toes, the air filled with a crisp refreshing cleanness. And I yet stayed, unable to remove myself from the fierce wondrous glory.