Sometimes Snow is only snow. Falls from high to low, Fast and slow, Melts to ugly puddles In time’s sludgy flow. Or, see its frequency, Its angle, its sequence tree Of countless impacts, Its search of land For chance Of beauty.
I am a dog Running through the melty streets. I care not about my soggy feet. Let us play to start the day! See my misty breath? Nothing stops this doggy’s heft, But when you’re gone, I am bereft. (See a dog today, running free? It’s me.)
The world is your birthday cake. The shape is elliptical, Its flavor is mystical, Served on a tectonic plate. In icing from the exosphere The planet’s flora The color of aurora Deck the journey of a year.
Snowfall charts the filament In nebulae of spruce, Gravity’s instruments Declassify the truth: This atmosphere of green and white Changes at the speed of light, Warps the world through fields of gold. A galaxy. Majesty. Behold.
Neon orange and yellow equipment Plastic, cones, rebar, fences Delivery vans with mystery shipments Hopping ravens in various tenses Streetlights wrapped in LEDs Tired machines, hydraulic dreams Erase themselves a monument. The forest looms an unseeable green.