New Snow


New Snow

Standing on an island of dry air snow draws
an oxbow around our city until….

In a fluffy parade one flake
follows another.

Under white confetti
winter’s grass disappears.

Trees don white mittens
their limbs heavy with snowballed ends.

In the flurry 2012 will fade
as 2013 rushes in.

The once old will be made new
changes begin under the white quilt.