i am grateful for snow...

i am grateful for snow
the sky's every imperfection is
whited out
smothered and
suffocated in
an ambiguous mess of cotton
confusing
these highway voyagers

snow spills around us
swaddles us
creates a cave in thick blankets
snow chokes
every squawking annoyance and
isolates us in city
squares
like
puddles

im grateful for the snow
that glosses all surfaces
with its white overcast reflections

and i am reminded of
times when five
years old meant memories
warm, when my houses brittle woodwork
chipped and created gardens of dainty white flakes
on windowsills where
windows were bare and held white worlds in their stomachs

i love these black pines huddled in
the snows angsting oceans
flooding the backyards

i love the snow washing the weary warmth
off my bones with its bathing cold

by Colin