"Only a Flurry"

 

"Only a flurry."
What's what the weathermen say.
Still it keeps coming.

 

 Black forms in the snow;
Are they kids or animals
Falling with the flakes?

Used to be a car;
Now it is a mound of snow;
(And what tomorrow?)

She flies through the air
Cushioned by a bank of snow
And her waking dreams.

Now the flakes have stopped--
A quiet intermission
Between many acts.

It withstood the snow,
The rain, wind and summer's heat;
But not the snow plow.

Mysterious sign
Hides is message from the world
Trumpeting blankness.

An exhausted sign
Leans against the telephone pole;
A tiring winter.