Stepping through icy piles of snow
Cracked and broken tracks
Worn by many careful feet
That once picked their way
Crunching through virgin snow
Now hard-packed into holes
Thawed a while by a thin sun
Then frozen and re-fractured
Pressed and polished in places
To a glittering sheen
Of slippery treachery
The slush and sludge
Across the tattered landscape
Black and grey lines showing through white
Scarring and spoiling
The once-perfect shroud
That fell and cloaked the world
So many days ago
Its beauty faded and forgotten
The picture postcard image spoiled
And but a distant memory
The dirty, muddy edges
Of heaps of filthy snow
Thrown aside by cars
Broken, crumbling residues
Of smiling snow-men
That fall into formless shapes
And drip into icy puddles
Which drain slowly, bleakly
Into untidy, swirling pools
Ruts gashed into the ground
A smashed mess of frozen water
The dark, ugly secret of winter
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