New Year snow

For the dverse prompt. Rarely have I wrangled a more difficult form.

New Year snow

The green of winter fields has gone,
no gleams, no sun-bright beams
reflected
in muddy puddles, pewter wan,
this new year seems
neglected.

Only ice-breath from this sky
freezes trees below
winter-stark.
Beneath the flakes, I wonder why
the purity of snow’s so
ghastly dark.