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
I am thinking
about the way
that even a world
as dull and dark
such a splendor
when all is given
holding to darkness.
Though snow does not create light,
its reflections make the world brighter.