The Look of Snow...

The look of snow

Is only a soft memory

I look up at the sky

And hope to see

The sprinkling white

But all I see

Are the grey clouds

Of smoke

Encircling the sky

Taunting the world

That it has changed

I sigh

Return to my work

But only momentarily

I dwell on the thought

Of heat taking over

And never seeing 

The soft white snow

Fall from the sky

Of never seeing 

The firework of colors

Blast atop the trees

Of only seeing

The green grass

Stay rooted to the spot

Never getting painted

In white