©Matthew Daniels, 21 June 2011

Why does snow speak to me?
At the first you grab,
And you’re quick to make of it what you will
I’m not even sure which

Is the snowman, all parts speaking for themselves
Quickness, quickness, quickness
Curious, how every path is faster when you’ve been before
But this isn’t a conversation, since

That needs a trade.
A powerful one, deep skills.
Words are helpful, but sometimes…
Now, let’s not get

Distracted by the sweat we feel later.
After all,
It’s not the snow that put it there,
Not the wind,
Sticks or stones

Try not to ask too hard, or you’ll have Spring.