A Sparkling land

Frigid crispness.
Up there, on a firmament
the white cloud rack is dropping down the flakes.
The snowflakes, that in a wintry sky,
mildly gliding, cover the ground.
They stay,
for a long time.

The sod is glittering.
SUN,
but then it has vanished.
The only, that stays
is SNOW.