Yesterday’s magical white show we
watched with snow-drifted eyes,
waiting for the tucked-in blanket,
smooth and flawless, in the park.
Dark came too soon – winter moon
breathing life into pale twilight;
loveliness lost on dogs and children
who only long for crunching crisp play.
Daylight dawns on new disappointment:
rain now falls in place of snow;
an understudy not nearly sufficient,
no matter how much she wants the part.
Kneeling on the bay window sofa,
a small chilly hand presses flat
to the glass while raindrops
dance a silent quadrille down the pane.