Fading White

Less pristine, but more alive.

The snow is all but melted leaving
puddles of white trailing the wake
of tree trunks and telephone poles
hiding in the earthen dips and valleys
hugging them like negative shadows
bright where darkness should be

I am relieved to see it go
even though it leaves behind
a mud-washed world dulled
after lacy icy wonderlands

I'd rather see dirt than snow
for brown can become green
while white is only so white
because it rejects the light

These remnants of purity will flee
then may the life coiled beneath
finally be allowed to grow free