Snow

By Ben Fetterman

Cold, harsh, a pain.
Beautiful, serene, pure.
How is it that both of these lines
Can describe the same object.
Yet both ring true,
Depending on the day
The snow falls,
And how those in positions of power over you
Decide to deem how bad the snow was.
For the same harsh, annoying snow
One the way to work,
Looks much more beautiful
When the meeting you’ve been dreading
Gets pushed back.
As with most things,
The perspective one has
Will determine how much
One enjoys
Snow