Fresh Snow

The picture from my window
Was painted fresh last night

What looked old and dingy
Was blanketed with white

The picture starts to stir
As children run and see

There’s art on the move
As sleds whirr past my tree

The picture now erupts
In merry games and cheers

The crunch of snow etches
Memories for later years

The barren ground bursts
With life, above not below

The lesson of renewal
Taught us by fresh snow.