morning
and sun is gold
inside the bleached snow
glowing like a hidden treasure
from within

and if it were yesterday
it would all be for naught
it would all be passing beauty
easily forgot
amidst a deeper, lingering backdrop

but it is today
and so it is a good
and wondrous thing to see
causing better, higher thoughts

and i know
that beauty can be missed
in the passing storm
buried beneath it all
unless one digs for it