Monday, February 15, 2010

Snow

Snow, ya know?
What’s the deal?
comes and goes and
goes and comes.
No need for announcement,
hard as we try.
No need for excuses,
“it just shouldn’t be dry”
says a snow flake to a
hearty soul.

“Then, how
do you suppose I am
to act
just like a snow flake
around, out back?
Are we to fall wherever we land?
Or does our authority stand?
What hospitality fails or drives
whether friend or foe,
steadfast or contrived?
If we were all snow flakes,
wouldn’t it be true,
that the places and postings,
the cares and regrets,
would nonexistent be
through a storm of torrent.”