The Snow Unfurls

As time slowly turns to spring,
I remember the blurring snow
Across the road in front of me,
Not missing it.

But I recall the poetic beauty
Of the light snow,
Snaking its way across the street,
Moving gracefully,
Softly,
Quietly.

Common words,
Common themes,
Commen phenomena.
But each poem,
Though all tied to each other,
Is unique.

The snow unfurls along the road,
Like banners waving proud in the wind,
Like a poem sneaking out
Of her poet's lips.