the snow creates new landscapes
that move like faeries upon the wind
a fabric kind of earth that pulls
and snakes white across the road
incandescent in the headlight bright
and everything that was, is gone
replaced in a moment with a canvas
waiting to be reborn as a fresh art
insisting that it declare itself upon us;
but just when we’re ready to accept,
it fades away in the spring sunshine
as light and warmth herald its death
like it does for all great creations
so we hold our impatient breath
for its inevitable return with winter.