Snowballing

I wake up,
and there is a blizzard.
There was no warning,
only the chill of the quiet morning.

I peek to find the streets blanketed,
grass crushed,
windows frosted over,
the heavy snow as far as the eye can see

I wonder, when the sun's illumination
will melt away the white blanket
which lies so heavily,
on the once clear streets.

But before the warmth arrives,
a small ball of snow
formed even before the light of day,
begins to roll

Down the hills of my streets
the once minuscule ball tumbles,
packing on more flakes with each spin

Before my eyes,
the ball has transformed
into a great mountain.

As I peer upon it,
I wonder.
How long will it take?
For bright rays of sunshine
to erase the towering monstrosity.

Days pass
and though the white blanket,
that quickly suffocated the grass
has faded,
this ugly mountain remains.

Everyone else goes back to their lives,
with the ground now untouched,
by the heavy precipitation.

They all move along,
as if they cannot see,
the mountain that stands
before my own eyes.

For days, I watch it, waiting.
Small clouds come and go,
in between bursts
of beautiful sunlight.

And yet, the mountain remains,
as if there were no sun at all.
Eventually, though,
even my life must go on.
And i forget, if only for a moment,
to watch, as the sunlight
melts the furious beast away.

It enters my mind once more,
a reminder to check and see.
I see that it is still there,
yet smaller than before.

Weeks later, I check again
and the beast, that once seemed forever
has suddenly disappeared,
without a trace.

I wonder yet again,
and I think of it all day.
How could it be possible?

For a ball of snow so small,
to roll down my street,
and create something so big,
that it towered over me.

Lingering, as if even the warmest day
could never eliminate this beast.
Part of me believed,
this mountain could never melt.

But of course,
it did.
It always does.