Though new data now suggests
snowstorms may rage on Mars
at night, microbursts
of fluffed-up ice particles
rarely survive, subliming before
they hit the ground,
draining away into equally invisible
canals of Schiaparelli.
They leave behind only the unborn
ghosts of snow angels never meant to be.
— Robert Borski
Robert Borski did not start writing poetry until he was in his middle 50s, but since then has had well over three hundred poems published and in such venues as Asimov’s, Strange Horizons, Dreams and Nightmares, and Star*Line, garnering along the way 14 Rhysling Award nominations. As a lifelong native of Wisconsin with its prolonged winters, he’s often fantasized about living offworld, on a planet where there is no snow. Unfortunately, as recent observations have demonstrated (see poem), it appears Mars will no longer be an option.
Editor’s Note: The image of a snow crystal and snow angel represents the poem. Snow crystals have actually been discovered on Mars, but of course, the snow angel is imagined. https://www.iflscience.com/space/we-just-discovered-snow-on-mars/all/