forced return

[joel]

When snow receded into lace
soft emulates a certain grace
of optimistic evermore—

When golden in the afternoon
snow’s off-white dreams unbridled swoon
like quilts upon a marriage bed—

When rippled winded yards are laid
in time with lovesong serenade
embellishments of love in store

by spirits manifest in chill
alternatives to safety, still
receive it as secure instead.

[mnaz]

new snow is so soft and black/white.
old snow is so crackling colorful and "laced"...
lived in, basically...

like this one, joel.