Blizzard

I gaze up to see but an empty, dark slate,
For what did I wish to deprive me of light?
I hear the fierce winds gathering as of late.
For what do I wait to see this terrible might?

I called for wind, for it to sting hands.
I called for the cold, for it to freeze lakes.
I called for the clouds to obscure all the lands,
All in the hopes that a blizzard this makes.

Then do I wait for the snow to engulf me,
For trees outside to snap and break.
I know I must use flame inside to see,
But all of this is, truly, for snow's sake.

Now finally does the storm relent,
Its climax have I already seen.
The earth's own force is itself spent;
The snow blankets all, yet glows pristine.