Melting Snow
When pearl turns invisible,
its glisten reduced to translucence
and alabaster drips
through the porch cracks.
Dims the wooden boards
during its downfall.
Does it bring with it splinters,
the manifest brilliance?
Does it soak its route
and gather trinkets,
chilled remembrances
of grounds which it stood upon?
Patches downsize
under the morning.
Silver layers strip,
its droplets
hung beneath the shade
of the porch’s underboards.
Another manifest—
Sharp in its being,
a jagged snapshot, for now.