The thing about snow,

It seduces you.

For a brief time,

It beguiles.

In its virginal world,

You can start over.

Making love

To its innocence.

A canvas for angels,

Clay for the sculptor,

Body to explore.

Ammunition for schoolboys.

But its charms grow old.

An affair gone bad.

Beauty too soon faded,

Soiled by the underworld.

Spring’s arrival

Marks a messy breakup.

And then ex-lover regrets.

That’s the thing about snow. – Glenn K. Currie