Life cycle of Snow

New walls of snow arise like the parted sea
Awaiting the passage of the Exodus. Nothing
Slips through the fingers of the invisible hands,
Not even a wandering human, for no one wants 
To wade through cold up to our knees. Thus, we 
Burrow along sidewalks like intricate ant colonies,
A maze of obedience, rehabilitated jaywalkers.

Old ice walls collapse as ice caps in the warmth,
Bleeding out onto the streets, puddling, black
Waters. Even broken hearts depart with less 
Reluctance, dragging finger trails in asphalt,
Tear stained streaks splayed like road kill. The world
Is sad as damp socks, and we trudge on, ant troopers.

Quiet fog descends like Earth’s light so the snow
Smudges into the atmosphere. Moisture licks
Our knees like a happy dog, or as wet fingers
Trace our ears down our neck, damp as breath.
Rain that is too warm to become snow fall and 
Blanket the ground, tuck us in good night.

The life cycle of snow departs and restarts 
In our dreams, and when we awake tomorrow,
The sun might finally touch, warmly, our faces again.