Waking just past dawn,
I made my way through the kitchen,
saw fresh light in the dining room
and knew the predicted
three inches of snow had fallen.
Looking down the street
from the window—
tire tracks already clear
from the automobile’s assertion
against this urban obstacle—
I might say snow and cities
don’t mix—a shallow negation.
The ephemeral beauty
before the slush
can be captured
for what it is.
Stepping out into the early night
from an office building,
flakes blowing kisses at your face—
magnifying their grace
in the streetlight’s glow—
then remembering tomorrow,
the parks, oh yes, the parks,
ready, their wide pristine presences
with their trees holding white wonder—
running with glee
From Allan Cox’s collection, “Light log on the Fire.”
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