Six points landing
On warm hands disappears—
Leaving tiny puddles of cold.

Winter tasted fresh on delicate buds
For the water gourmet—
Patient for the flavor, unashamed of the luxury.

Cool crown of crowns:
Royal reception for the ordinary
Snow storm struggler.

Speck of dirt catalyzing crystalline beauty
That will fall on arrays of arbor coats of color
Lingering on frozen stages.

Bane of travelers and shovelers.
Friend of children and skiers.
Mystery to the arrogant.
Décor for the suburban sprawl.