February

Snow melting—into oblivion—
the world, too, melts away.
Solidity beneath betrays
ephemeral existence.

Piles of snow—like ghosts—
testify to Winter's power:
Now waning, melting, scouring
potholes in Its wake.

Tire tracks in the sleet—crisply stamped—
evidence of many a voyage,
now become inchoate slush:
Forlorn, forgotten, finished.