Highway Nostalgia

I've been here for 27 years
Four were spent in a desert
Perhaps the sand and dust
Killed all memories of snow and powder.

How long have these trees been here?
Of course, longer than myself, but still
The way the snow and frost clings majestic
Like Ivory crystal towers wrapped in clean cotton.

The branches are like long upraised arms
Paying mute tribute to the maker of soft white
The wind joins in, creating glass like rainfall
As the limbs knock and brush together.

I see all of this, and soak it in
On a highway drive like any other morning
A place of smog and tire tread
Not a place for winter wonderlands or nostalgia.

It will melt soon, as will my memories
They will hibernate until the next snowfall
The place and time always being in my memories
The place and time being in my heart.