A drift

It arrived under cover of night 
A blanket of white as if to hide 
With a layer of gentle ice 
Misgivings from the day gone 

Washed away by a sea of bright 
Eyes blink and squint with light 
Better suited to summer days 
Of sun and fun and yellow 

Layers of sun kissed snow 
Hold events passed beneath 
For a brief time I will forget and play 
As the sound of children wake me

A new world for morning  
As the sun rises and begins to chip 
And the chilly snow drips 
From the day 

Not before long or delay 
White turns to grey to black 
And back to its state of 
Wet cold and frozen air 

As if by magic this day
Returns to its usual way 
Without snow or play 
We will wait