Blizzard
Driving peacefully through slush,
Where three feet of cold cotton stood yesterday.
It was pure white; so white, it was blinding.
And now, the magic has waned, devolved
From a moment still in time, where life paused
As we were ensconced in silent white;
Now, speeding up to the normal reckless pursuits.
A voice emerges from the back,
Mommy, why is the snow stained?
Ah! Now, where peace once blanketed the road,
Black stains, soot and chemical mix
To shatter the illusion.
Instead of the beauty of the landscape,
We now are impatient for it to be hauled away,
To hurry our indecent relaxation in a truck,
With the stain a lonely reminder of
What we had three days ago.
