Like a dangerous friend, the snow left
leaving everywhere shabby and dirty.
Its going is a relief but also a sadness.
No more will the nights seem bright
as the moon uses the garden for a mirror,
no more will the birds watch eagerly
when the nut holders are filled.
The snow left behind no gifts for us
despite the overstayed welcome,
the trouble caused. Snow’s like that.
A winter visitor, magical at first but soon
the jokes become tedious, the appetite
insatiable, the whisky bottle emptying
as Snow slakes its thirst. Then overnight
snow has slung its hook and driven off
leaving a few kisses in the cold spots.