When soft white snow
falls from the sky
covering dirt and garbage below
the world appears beautiful.
How easy it is to hide
beneath a blanket of white!
But what will happen when spring returns
and our pretense melts away?
(We should have cleaned our yards
before the snow fell.)
If I kneel
and place my ear very close to the ground
I think I can hear the snowflakes
as they bump into their place
And call out to friends that fall a foot away.