And the snow replies:
See how I blur
Each property line?
Where even does a road end
And one's own plot begin?

As I lay
Covering this earth
You lose all sense
Of boundary, of distinction.
Every portioned place
Becomes one and the same.

But beware
You don't let this revelation
Melt away with me.
For life is lost
In such questions as
"Who is my neighbor?"