Snow and Ink

Snow spread across the land:
blank pages in a new diary.
When the temperature rises just a bit
we'll go outside to write
our own little history
in the iridescent blankness
of the snow bank.
And when the summer sun,
like a bright, hot eraser,
moves across the snow's pages,
the ink of our footprints
will bleed into the earth:
blurred up, watermarked paper.