with a painter’s touch . the windows give a forecast . anyone can read -11ºF/-24ºC
when conditions change . quickly, all too many still . ignore the warnings
the softest pillows . are only made possible . with firm support
finished for the day . the snow shovel waits, until . called upon again
allow extra time . is what the snow is saying . but we do not hear
out of reverence . the world speaks in hushed voices . after a snowstorm
when motion ceases . there a two choices; struggle . or wait for the thaw
searching for context . in the winter grey, the mind . imagines conflict
just when one season . becomes too familiar . it becomes the next
horizontal lines . breakup the landscape, project . the myth of control
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