Snow Ghosts

echoes throw
sounds round
canyon expanse as
blades are raised, then
boom, doom for
snow flowing in
gutters under
newer flurries

they hazard the blizzard,
drivers of the night,
mettle on the metal
clanking, cranking
snow rowers
here, we heard -
saw, we naught
but lights - tonight

the snow ghosts
so fast, they pass
booming, looming
then flashers slashing
windows kindled against
freezing, teasing
crystals distant only
by windows kindled

racing, erasing
winter's hints
so fast, they passed
we see
flashers, dancing
reflected, projected
distracting our catching
the actual, factual
2-ton machines -
but the snow, it goes
proving the moving
done by ...

snow ghosts