Snow blankets, the hush of midwinter
falling heavy into the dusk
muffling whispers, turning sharp edges
into soft ones and
taking away the grime, the tired sidewalks
and closed doors of the city.
Mapping the infinities of your fingerprints
against mine, as outside the layers
form a reality of new architecture,
flakes and dendrites reclaiming
the streetlamps, just beginning to glow.