As the Snow Melts: A Philosophical Journey
As the snow melts, the innocence of the world
melts away with it
the crystals of possibility fracturing
the joy of snow days waning.
The snowflakes turn to raindrops
and the snow turns to water
(H2O- the mermaids are happy)
and the dirt turns to mud.
There’s going to be a lot of mud.
An unbelievable amount of mud.
As the snow melts, the cars
will be branded with the remnants of salt
as we procrastinate washing our cars
as we run out of windshield washer fluid.
does anyone know how to replace it?
Seriously, how do you replace windshield washer fluid?
Melting snow like my melting heart
embracing the spring
like a squirrel to a nut that he thought he’d lost
but it ended up being right where he put it but he couldn’t find it
before, because of the snow.
Now the nut is buried not in the sweet embrace of snow,
but in mud.
As the snow melts, my mind is aflutter
with thoughts of life and death,
of good and evil,
of hopeful beginnings and bittersweet endings,
Lots of mud
on the dogs’ feet as they run inside.
I’m sorry to my teachers,
as the snow melts
tonight I’ll be mopping the floor instead
of doing my homework.
So much mud.
Paws sliding on tiles
smearing mud everywhere
staining the carpets
staining the blankets
jumping on my clothes.
We’ll never be clean again
because of the dogs.
Seriously, if you don’t have dogs you don’t even know
how much mud there will be
As the snow melts, everything is muddy
everything is gross
everything is stained with that weird white remnant of the sidewalk salt
but most importantly,
everything is covered in mud
just like my future.