Winter Comes and Stays Too Long

The snow is beautiful and white when it falls from the sky.
Soft and innocent. A blanket from the sky to cover the cold ground.
It is white and clean as far as the eye can see.
The snow becomes stained by the City.
White snow becomes black snow and the beauty becomes the burden.
I would prefer to be on a mountain top preparing to ski.
Rather, I prepare to shovel the ice and slush of my sidewalk.