The snow carried it down
a vapour of relief
a blinding
a forgivable curtain,
if only temporary
then at least knowable
so we wouldn't have to imagine the gaping future
all bristles and cuts
a prediction without comfort
like that handful of snow 
already turning caress to claw
as it melts away its romance
a beauty startled
every mothers empty comfort
a curtain rippling in the howl.