Snow Clad Townscape

I revel in the snow,
sheer joy of its presence,
trickling down my face,
there is nothing to compare to it,
as I walk with  caution,
whilst at the same time,
there is this sense of abandonment,
on those snow clad city footpaths,
one must exercise extreme caution,
yet one must  also exercise,
if and when the sun appears,
the icicle on trees  dreamy melt,
as if they're  somehow weeping,
this liquid blob  as it unfoldis,
on gates, fences, railings, window ledges,
modes of transport aren’t exempt,
they can't'  escape  the weather 
natures fleeting  coat of paint,
I can sense this pathos follow me,
yet my eyes feast on winter haze,
I have this wondrous gift of sight,
and all my other senses too,
the faculties that empower experience,
but not just for which I’m grateful,
so eternally grateful for this privilege,
yet Christmas is now in transit,
and this undercurrent palpable is rife,
the heart of urban zeitgeist still pulses,
on the  windswept faces of its citizens,
as children rub their hands,
as they anticipate the season’s flurry