They Keep Descending

 

They keep descending:
Ceaseless particles of white;
Celestial flood.

 

Linear white shapes
Form effortlessly on porch--
Snow geometry.

Alfred in the snow--
Is he just meditating,
Or is he perplexed?

It is the silence
Of a billion falling flakes
That blankets the land.

Where has the stream gone?
Its features have been erased
By a cloak of white.

 

Snow makes pointed things:

White hats on solemn fence posts;
Peaks on towering stumps.

This roadway's no more;
In blink of a winter's night
White has erased it.

Whispering snow clods
Falling softly from the trees
Leave a misty cloud.