The Elegance of Snow

In the elegance that often arrives with delicateness.
The powdery white accumulates in inches before my eyes.
Shall it be one or two today or maybe even four inches below my knee?

Crystal cold, bright but not old. Without track, the canvas is laid anew. For the foolishness of a few are tested, that I have seen.

Like a woman with her dress, flipped a bit too high over her head.
Car and rider are flipped on its side.

To be seen ungracefully skidding in the intersection before all the eyes. While truck and plow show just how parking lot land-locked glaciers are smashed together.
Their graceful northern brethren, floating at sea, look down upon the gray and grimy cousins.

O the show has started, gather around y’all from far and wide.
For in this simple ring to see, we have slips and falls,
backflips, and somersaults. And 911 calls.

It is a strange twist, that something that looks so soft. Can be so cold and hard

O’ the Elegance of Snow, for all to see.