You discover a new song.
Palimpsest of snow, so many
have walked this way before;
new again, this can cut away
the years, make a new day,
challenge the evidence,
the ever changing, personally
destroying, denied evidence
and this is the day it can start

Strip it down to basics — it is all
embroidery, frost, tint, layer
upon layer of mote upon mote,
each note nothing but denotation.
I will build a snowman Called Me,
roll it out of these frozen moments
to be built with a new regard for style—
rain may be tears, but snow is to dance
for the first time in ages.