Bonanza Blizzard

The storm has left two trees

For every one that grows

Along the crest

One black one white

The real is now the shadow

Knowing snow from bark is no big deal

Even at this distance

But if I didn’t know

If I had just arrived

From treeless Moon

And learned trees

Only since my arrival

Surely I could say

As now seems almost so

The storm of yesterday

Has planted trees upon the crest

And like the miser in the vault

Gloating counts increasing wealth

Two trees for one

Though one will melt.