Writing in a Winter Wonderland

Watching from my penthouse perch,
crystalline forms float past my windows
touching down on roof & road
evergreens now temporary-whites
black tar & grey cement paths & walks
slowly disappear under cold blanket;
bare spots reveal salt crystals,
deadly enemy of snowfall.

Watching from my penthouse sofa
Weather prognosticators claim,
against swirling cloud bank backdrops
of radar scoping out the future,
attempt at predicting unpredictable,
flurries to continue throughout the day,
inch counts varying southward,
Nor'easter burying northern suburbs.

Watching from my penthouse roost
adults & children, poofy, quilted clothing wraps,
shoveling, salting, sanding, sweating,
sledding, sliding, snowballing, screaming,
through thick layer of blizzard debris
covering Durant House Community grounds,
an image of a  village wonderland;
guess I had better go & join in the communal fun.