Weather Watch
Dec 12 2006


It drips down like ice-picks,
each lethal tip
an affliction of cold;
death by a thousand pin-pricks.

And when it turns to snow
each perfect flake will float
gently down
until it touches the ground,
fizzing-out into extinction.

And when it gets colder
I will awaken to an undulating blanket of snow
— a thin veneer of perfection
on an imperfect world.
This first snow of winter is precious;
because if I linger too late in bed
the world may slip back
into dreary wetness.