we need light to see but the light doesn’t let us see what it’s hiding
it’s with mixed feelings that i note the last squeaky snowfall of the year
the first whiff of spring stirs long frozen memories that still have to wait
a bird of prey dines on squirrel while the victim’s friends play in the shade
every snowflake is unique, but who can tell when they’re dumped in clumps
reaching toward us they may be offering help or asking for it
with unbroken snow hiding what’s beneath, is it field or frozen lake?
frozen in winter the waterway has become a delicious path
you can see the line where differences collide best heed its warning
on certain mornings nature decides we need to relearn how to walk
uptown jack 