What Color Is The Snow? Poem by david lessard

what color is the snow?
for some it's only white;
piles of slush and grime,
patterned by the night.

some will swear it's blue,
I have seen that it is so
on cold December eve's,
not so very long ago.

some say that it is golden,
when the sun reflects on it;
too bright to see the color,
blinding you a little bit.

the color depends on mood,
it could be glowing gold;
it could be death-like black,
to some, it's only white and cold.

what color is the snow?
it's what you think and feel;
are you joyfully alive,
basking in the sun?
or are you in pain,
and on a downhill reel?