The Melting of Snow

The melting of snow is often overlooked 
As the rippled sheets lazily fold and slide down the roof
Like the bedclothes of an indolent woman napping past noon
And meltwater replaces the emotionless drip drop of icicles 
The snow turns translucent and bluish with a clear crust
That sparkles even with the rain, a natural archeologist 
Uncovering other people's bad habits, corks and cigarette butts
Carelessly strewn, neatly hidden under mountains of snow
We learn forgiveness from the melting of snow