Look! Everything so pristine
and white, since the sunlight
is enough to blind,
even in the morning.
Childlike desire to see
paired with mature reasoning of no.
Look! How hard it is to take
that first step into the snow
which falls under the weight
and loses the untouched state.
Can't I take a picture first?
Look! The plow comes by,
disrupting it more than I ever could.
And how it piles up on the roadside,
no longer so white but instead gray
that hints at the dirt that will build on it
to turn it to black.
Look! The children at play,
school closed because of these snow.
There are rural areas in this
hilly school district
and the roads are blocked.
Look! Here I sit, pen in hand,
not venturing into the cold
just for the sake of art.
And how everything from my pen
comes straight from sights
that lie outside my window
in the land of the blinding snow.
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