Snowscape Poem by Robert Melliard

Snow falls soft and gently:
it settles almost imperceptibly
on ground and roofs and trees.
It even stays on twigs and branches
and makes smooth humps from tussocks.

But all this creeping, pretty layering
can soon mean trouble
when people venture out
to find themselves on skiddy roads
or unable to tend their livestock
or stuck in roadside drifts at night.


So we shouldn't only see white beauty
when we contemplate a snowscape:
it's like thin ice, its weird attraction
only slightly covers danger.