Ichnites of the spring, summer, and fall patiently wait until gelid flakes thaw.
Wintry weather fills as molds ephemeral snowangels—untimous entities twixt awe and aww.
Bush branches admonish the shadow of whom—that fells their leaves with a rustling boo.
Camouflaged wall amid season of snow plays the horizon in stead of beach’s sky blue—whilst also fencing away oojamaflips who either coo or moo. ; )