Seen from the kitchen window,
the snow covering part
of the driveway looks intriguing.
An artist can create
something out of it—
 
a painting, a photograph
taken at a new angle—
even a symphony carrying
some distant echoes of Vivaldi.
 
Seen from the kitchen window
at six a.m. on a Saturday morning,
the thin layer of snow looks
like an intricate lace scarf
 
an absent-minded
elderly woman dropped
on her way to some place
where she won’t be
needing it anymore.
 
A place where she could
observe the painting, the photograph
in the warm comfort
of a local museum,
 
or listen to the symphony,
protected by the shade
of the fronds of gigantic
palm trees reaching higher
and higher towards a cloudless,
deep blue sky.

© by Nydia Rojas.
Used with the author’s permission.