Snow.

Fingers frozen on the glass

Watching, waiting, falling fast

Inches build as hours pass

Blanketing streets and rooftops, covering the grass.

Sticking to the cold, hard ground

Building up while coming down

Once green and orange now white and brown

Altering the beauty without a sound.

The clouds shut with nothing more

Beeping, salt burns away the floor

Immediately taking down the new decor

but never the same as it was before.

Clearing, blue skies find their way

waking the sun for a new day
of melting the trace of winter away
and bringing closer the colors of may.