Who's that on my chair
Like a phantom Santa Claus?
It's snow ho ho ho.
Trees are bowed down now;
The weight of snow is too much.
Tunnel to my house.
Crow on the snow bank
Enjoying the empty road
Takes his time picking.
No driveways are plowed.
Even the streams become slush.
Falling snow clumps plop.
All houses are dark;
Only the snow gives us light--
Dim and ghostly white.
Snow clump on my head
Awakens me from my thoughts
Into solitude.
Thrumming behind me--
Avalanche of snow falling
Beats upon the ground.
The road is noisy:
Falling clumps and cracking wood
And humming snow plows.
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