Snow: Beauty and Beast

A poem

Swirling hard erasing the view

of the sea a block away blinding my eyes whipping past heaping up against houses and doors daring us to mention any schmaltzy white Christmas. Churches canceled (unheard of before). A day later sunshine! Calendar-perfect scenes diamond crystals sparkling a slim birch etched white against blue sky the red osier bush flaming in contrast against the snow. I had forgotten the silence, the way the white devours sound except for the crunch and squeak below my feet Forgotten, the tearing up of eyes the drip of the nose the numbness of fingers and toes. Two sides of the same creature, beauty and beast.