Fresh Snow

The picture from my window
Was painted afresh last night

What once looked old and dingy
Is now blanketed with white

The picture begins to stir
As the children run to see

Now there is art on the move
As sleds whirr past the old tree

The picture is erupting
In merry games and loud cheers

The crunch of snow is etching
Memories for later years

The barren ground now bursts forth
With life, above not below

The lesson of renewal
Is taught to us by fresh snow