Snow brings the illusion of clean
The world white-washed for a day
It glimmers like the façade of a face
held carefully in place
for a day or a week or a life
 
But the mud, always the mud
works its way back to the surface
as the snow dissolves into the dirt
the pristine disappearing 
the mud conquers again the white drifts
 
But the mud is where the growth begins
New life cannot spring from the snow
Revel in the mud
Stay faithful in the dark
Embrace the new life that begins

not in the snow, but in the mud
~suelarkinsweems ’12