white flakes of snow curl and swirl

in sheets unfurling like lace petticoats

the kind that girls used to wear when

the weather was not unmade by man

the wind-whistling sound as it blows all

around sends shivers through trees

and through me birds quiver in shelter

no twitter from them or from me

today just retreat into home to a place

that is warm or a little less cold anyway

days of cold days like these they give

pause they just freeze any thoughts that

may pass through my mind the hiatus

will pass soon the grass will be seen

spring green and bursting with life

and the sun will shine on like it always

has done and the world will be born

once again