Sonnet XIII

I think that snow is sadly misaligned
Because it’s hard to shovel and so cold.
But snow, in fact, is truly our great gift.
Its simple beauty cannot be untold.

On quiet nights, when silence starts to dawn,
The moon is out on graceful midnight flights.
In cars a few still dare to roam about
Where snowflakes look like glitter under lights.

And fields of snow appear as wondrous sheets;
On sidewalks sugar dusts the ground in sprays.
The trees shine boldly with their lustrous limbs
As snow snakes wisp in numerous varied ways.

To me, the snow is precious yet obstructs
The world upon it lights, and beautifies.