New snow falls
to the ground
that is covered
with old snow
that fell as
new as the
past is concerned
and freezes upon
the tree branches
and the tops
of buildings that
shimmer and sparkle
and dance with
the rays of
the cardinal sun

I miss you
sometimes.
Like all of the good books I've read,
you're collecting dust.
Your pages are turning yellow.
Jaundicepageskin.