Jacks Children

What might have been a meadow,
Now covered with Jacks children,
The tree is bare,
The twigs are covered in liquid silver,
It is silent;the only noise is the snow falling, light as a thistledown,
The sky, black with blue stains, is breath taking,
There are no clouds to be seen,
Beyond, everything is glistening white,
Small, snow covered bushes arranged about the tree,
The tree is dressed in ice,
A new gown, with the most complex patterns.