Bandages (Poetry)

The snow winds bandages that soothe
the raw and wounded land
it smoothes the ragged edges with
a soft and healing hand

The rough and ruined landscape eased
into a levelled place
with every scar and blemish hid
until there’s no more trace

of ugliness that might betray
its lightly-worn disguise
whose glow pretends that all will mend
so flawlessly it lies