Snow

Snow is the white stuff.
That softly falling to the ground
It makes everything white and alive.
It covers the dead, looking trees.
To make them beautiful again.
Even if it’s just for a day or two
Although it does make a mess
Out on the roads.
And on the sidewalks
But that is just until
The salts starts to work.
But still.
It’s better than the slippery ice.