Snow Season

The glistening, white precipitation falling from the sky, 

Each flake more complex than the one lying under it. 

Dancing around the yard as the wind blows, 

Bumping into their counterparts before they are motionless. 

After hours of movement, 

They settle. 

The uniform plane has constructed itself, 

Taking shape around the chairs and structures they sit upon. 

How could one ruin such a sight --- 

Every piece of outdoor furniture,

Every still-standing swing set,

Every inch of the pool cover,

Every branch draping off a tree,

Is perfectly coated with glistening, white.  

Like an indestructible wrecking ball the children bolt into the backyard. 

Stomp stomp stomp. 

The once perfectly uniform coat has become imprinted. 

Flakes now compacted together. 

Their compression molding into the shape

Of the multi-colored boots who wrecked their uniformity. 

Each indentation in the once linear landscape holds a memory. 

The contours of angels where the children stretched their limbs. 

The various shaped balls that compose the new character created, 

The prints of the paws where the dog went to play. 

All the dips in the once flawless horizon,

Hold memories of laughter and play from the perfect snow day.