The Elegance of Snow.
In the elegance that often arrives with delicateness.
The powderly white accumulates in inches before my eyes.
Shall it be one or two today or maybe even four inches from the sky.
Christal cold, bright but not old.
The canvas is laid anew without a track to be found.
For the foolishness few are tested, that I have seen.
Like a woman with her dress, flipped a bit to high over her head.
Car and rider are flipped on it’s side.
To be seen ungracefully skidding by before all the eyes.
While truck and plow shows just how,
parking lot land-locked glaciers are smashed together.
Gray and grimy cousins,
Of there northern graceful brethren.
O the show has started, gather around y’all from far and wide.
For in this simple ring we have slips and falls,
back flips and somersaults.
Not to be outdone by bruise hips and aching backs.
With crumpled fenders from big truck racks.