I have so much to share with you. How these
slanted snowflakes, falling for an hour now,
create crystal memory maps, each breeze
briefly altering their forms like eyebrows
measure mercurial moods of lovers.
Brown grass and evergreens fade, ebony
of the patio lamp. Scars recover
deep in that once gray tree trunk, its bony
carcass now a frosted, fresh-crowned sculpture.
Surprised shouts of children welcome vast glaze
on the far field. Their dashing sleds rupture
pearl slope’s smooth surface. Sharp etchings amaze
me with new art. Cars slide on the slick street.
My windows fend off light pellets of sleet.
Roger Armbrust
February 13, 2012
