Snow can hide a lot of things--

last autumn's leaf, a lost key;

it layers a quiet whiteness and brings

order to nature's serendipity.

To sing a song of snow

you have to think of frozen tears,

of a million icy stars 

and tense your heartstrings like a bow.

Ponder the plunder below the crust;

excavate your heart and reveal it

in the wind's next blustery gust--

Don't hide your heart--Feel it!