Eye Candy

We drove along HWY 180
through Flagstaff, in early spring.
An unexpected snowfall left
the ground covered in white,
accentuating the black graffiti
on the trunks of the birch trees .

Much to our surprise yellow flowers
grew through the snow
like a broken piñata littering
treats wrapped in cellophane.

Normally we stop to take pictures
but that day we didn’t want to look away
and the recollection of that visual pleasure
is locked deep inside our memory.

Were the flowers witch hazel or crocus?
We’ll never know because
we refer to the experience
as the day we saw eye candy
upon the snow.