Dark clouds rolled at horizon’s edge,
Billowing ‘neath the vast expanse,
Slowly covering sighted spaces,
Configuring a trance?
Moisture rises, heat enclosed,
Meeting frigid air storms,
All reactions measured
While the silver lining forms.
Lightly sprinkling down are
the multifaceted lace cuts.
They come and go and come again
Building icy slick ruts!