Snow shakes down from shrouded sky,
And blankets fields indifferently:
Snow obeys no “No Trespassing” sign,
Hops every fence, wall and hedgerow,
Observes no civil boundaries.
Snow, the universal carte blanche,
Covers all without lament.
Man, on the other hand, curses
And kicks back at the counterpane
With shovel, plow and blower;
Mechanically redistributes it
In mounds on streets and sidewalks.
Today I donned my snowshoes
Broke trail, crossed unbounded fields;
I paused, looked back to see—
My shallow silent tracks
Soon filled with wind-whisked snow.