Snow

By Eve Lyons

Things are easier to see in the snow.
The clean white palate
shows red berries,
yellow urine, and the tracks of everyone
who has been out that day.

Most days in Boston
hundreds of people trek
up and down streets
on and off subway cars
without noticing the tiny berries
still hanging on
despite winter's persistence.

Today, I notice.

The cold nips my face
I concentrate hard on my feet
to keep from slipping.

The snow makes everything
a little easier
to notice.


Previously published in Red Poppy Review, July 27, 2011