wide, white world
reflecting all colours
in this once-thought colourless place
how easily I forget Summer
at times like these
how easily I accept this snow-covered city
as if it were the only city
I freeze myself to its touch
I harden, stiffen
brace myself against its prickly winds
at times like these
Spring is not around the corner
this Winter that almost did not come
now, with a one-two punch
puts me in my place:
inside
(snow, after all,
is meant to be seen through a window)
~ c.p.grisold