blizzard in poetry

all this awful winter snow just like life
seems like a tedious hassle to be endured
dealt with, cursed, dug out from beneath
mocked or hated, maybe at best tolerated
until that one moment when you stand back
when you take a breath
when you clear your head
when you let yourself see
how damned beautiful it is
this life is beautiful just like the snow
and it is also a bear
and it is also a burden
and it is also a bastard
but never forget that it’s beautiful too
ignore the false dichotomies they sell you
it’s both
it’s always going to be both