tickling my nose
the
flakes falling in darkness
interrupt my reverie
I spin and stare up
showering my black jacket with polka dots
this snow melts on impact or soon after
but colder night awaits
as we sleep
the flakes fall
one layer sticking
and then the next
soon blanketing the ground with whiteness
this first snow remains
late
clean white remembrance
greets the wakers this morn
on which we reflect
our gratitude for soldiers
protecting our chance
to revel in the crystal clean snow
safe
while others fight in wartime
and some of us work today
and maybe roads are slick
looking out my ground-floor window
I wonder at the snow that sticks