snow

The sky is blue until the snow falls. And then
The world becomes a blinding light of a reality
Where daylight seems endless. The clarity of
White forces us to see things

That we aren’t all ready to see. The sprinkling
Turns into the suffocation of a universe and you,
You stand there and watch the snow scatter
Confusion across your landscape. And you
Thoroughly dread the day

When someone walks across your snow.