Snow Dust

Snow Dust
-- Lilian Moore

Snow dust is
falling
lightly,
brushing in

new shapes
upon
old places.

Windows
on sudden ledges
are whitely framed.
(Were all those edges
really there before?)

Briskly,
steps emerge
in front of
houses

and now above each door
long-fogotten
arches

wear
jaunty
sailor hats

It's a new
snow-painted
street.