snow

We've had epic snowfall this week. I haven't written poetry in forever, but sometimes the world is too beautiful for 'so beautiful.'

Outside, faces up, powder dusts our lashes

and we blink them into drops,

changing winter into spring over 

and over. The black lines of

bushes flicker in and out of

so much white like television

static

and trees stand still so 

as not to disturb their 

perfect icing, a testament

to winter’s sweet tooth.

Where sky meets earth, 

a most delicate peach glow,

the only color in a world of snow.