December 22, 2008

Even the sky is heavy with snow;

it is Monday morning,

but you wouldn't know

it; the world is low,

and heavily asleep,

weighed down by

two feet of sleet.

On every roof, a foot of icing,

on every bough, a cross section slicing

the snow through its five days' route,

and there on every single branch,

the setup for a miniature avalanche.