A Patch of Snow

You can’t melt it
Staring at it,
And you can’t stop
It from melting.

Dirt drinks it in.
It’s not that dirt
Doesn’t reflect
The light. It’s not

That the snow’s blank.
Interactions differ,
That’s all. Cover
Either with tracks,

And your tracks’ shapes
Will be the same,
But only dirt
Might keep them safe.