The low sky
reflects the lights of the city.
The white snow reflects that glow.
The white-etched edges of branches
show bright against the dark shapes
stretched from trunk to air.
And so night seems
like day.

I am thinking
about the way
that even a world
as dull and dark
as Kansas
in mid-winter

somehow gains
such a splendor
when all is given
to reflecting
the light

rather than
holding to darkness.
Though snow does not create light,
its reflections make the world brighter.

H. Arnett
2/20/19