when the snow falls
the slate
is not wiped clean
whatever was
becomes hidden
covered by layers
autumn death
caressed
from the skies
unsightly remains
transition to
clean white shapes
the beauty hides
displeasure
with lies
cold winds
become
a tradeoff
peace of mind
pleasure
in perception
when the spring
introduces
warm rains
some truths
become lost
in the thaw
while strong
truths
reveal themselves
after months of secrecy