The First Snow
They told me the first snow is the purest,
its pristine whiteness but a precursor of slush and muck;
They told me the first snow brings with it
A fierce flurry of joy that dissolves in a puddle of discomfort;
They told me the first snow is the snow
That satiates the senses, and sends sunshine scurrying to other climes.
I did not listen. I merely watched water fall
While steam rose from my mouth to meet it.
The landscape, transformed by a cold shower of color,
Appeared every instant content, every instant eager for change.
My cheeks and eyes alike glowed with the indifference of an indigent flame,
And my body gave up its warmth so as to retain its bliss.