all the birds that watch the snow

All the birds,
That watch the snow.
Sat atop frozen,
Cotton draped trees,
Watching ice flutter down,
In spirals and swirls.
The stone white sky,
Shudders gently.
Petals of snow,
Collide wildly,
With one another.
Miniature outbursts,
Of blizzard are familiar.
This snow is coming down,
It is laying blankets,
Across the ground,
And I frown.
I am alone today.
Alone in my house,
With but warmth for a friend.