The ground is wrapped in a blanket

the tiny ice crystals cover the grass

white as far as the eye can see.

The sun barely peeks over the horizon

the crystals sparkle like diamonds

in the dawning aura of light.

As I crunch up the sidewalk

mostly melted unlike what I anticipated.

Ice drops frozen

dripping down dead trees.

Patsy Cline's tropical beat lulling as I stroll

and with barely a sun in sight

it nearly feels like the midnight she sings about.

As I go walking out over the frost and snow

a large tree branch falls just behind me

And I'm reminded of one thing:

Mortality

Melting snow drooping like a bit of white silk

rarer here than glittering jewels

but that branch didn't knock me flat.

Interrupting the beauteous snow

rarely seen in Texas

and had I meandered a little slower,

who knows?

The fleeting passing of snow.

Falling.

Leaving behind crushing branches

and the willow is crying and dying

as the icy wind lets deadwood give way

like the passing of midnight, the snow will melt.

The field of icy dreams will fade

like Cinderella and her pumpkin.

The silent white field will be no more,

leaving me searching with Patsy

swaying and remembering that snowy midnight.

Hey Everyone!! I love snow in Texas but it's easy to forget how cruel the weather can really be. I've included a link to "Walking After Midnight" by Patsy Cline since that song heavily influenced this poem since I was listening to the song when this happened to me. Let me know what you think.

-- Eliana