When I snow, I remember

Yet I snow to forget

Snow is my masquerade, an indulgence 

to drift, to reminisce

Oh how beautiful I once was

when unencumbered,

unblemished by evolution, by progress, by man

     I had no parking lots.

     There were no battlefields, no trenches,

     There was no Antietam or Nanjing or Auschwitz

          I had meadows, green and lush

          Streams, flowing and flush

          And trees, majestic and plush

Snow is my promise, my sprinkle of hope,

Snow is my blanket of glistening glaze,

Snow is my sparkle

A flurry of flakes, whitewashing my regret.