like an old snow
out the window the snow just won’t fall,
in the distant night time, snow fell
and stayed as itself to the ground,
later in the night turbulence aloft transformed
crystal to liquid to pellet,
the potential wonderland
more bedraggled looking than magical,
I wanted to wake up to picture-perfect winter,
and instead I got the ground like an old snow,
with faint white edging along the tops of some of the branches,
here in piedmont North Carolina we live at the edge
where January can vary
from 70 degrees to 10 degrees,
and back again,
the weather like people: changeable, fickle,
mid-morning all the layers of air above cooperate
and a fine intense snow blows down,
adds a couple of inches of fluff to harder ice below,
more of the branches are edged in white,
and I enjoy the enforced inside time.
by Henry H. Walker
January 7, ‘17
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