The Snow

 

The snow is a magic carpet

It has carried away the dark. mean debris covered streets

Of this gloom laden Northern town.

And in their place

 Is a pristine magic ice water kingdom

With pavements that glitter

And houses with icing sugar rooftops.

It is a quixotical magic

Which steals the breath temporarily

From weary workers rushing home to recreation.

But steals the breath for eternity

From the homeless

Huddling under its hungry heartless blanket.