The Beauty of Bright Snow
The beauty of bright snow
stands in contrast to the black road
cutting strips through the blanket of cold layered over it
the snow whispers a welcome that is more lie than truth
The contrast between bright snow and the still dark world outside
is an ice stained metaphor
a lie about a welcome, come and drive
devil language of jagged promises, still fresh from their breaking
The fresh fall of snow is a beautiful story
but I know my car, I know its tires
the siren song of snow on the road
a rhythm I don’t want to dance to
I know those tires, I know how Teflon-like they can be
cutting strips down the blanket of snow-cursed road
a song I don’t want to hear the tires singing
the beauty of white snow
