winter wonder

Snowflakes shimmer in street lights'
golden glow.
Darkness hovers over the city
while the canvas is white,
awaiting the first prints of the day.
Naught but a hush is heard,
broken solely by scraping shovel
and scrunch of snow underfoot.
Flakes press my cheek in a wet kiss.
In this rapid-fire world anxious
drivers are forced to pause.
Technology masters not the innocent
flakes falling to the floor,
abruptly altering
finite man's plans.
Will we grumble or grin?
Faint or fly?
Dance or despair?
This alone can we control.