SNOW. GO.

snow falls like
cheerios to the floor

neither ever seem to
go away
no matter
how much the
plow/vacuum
do their

work

it gets the best
of me
us

time

to remember
summer
heat waves
and days
spent yearning
for sweats and
snowstorms
and cuddling under

covers

our street in
snow
not a blanket
but a thick
new
landscape

built

new worlds:
grand architecture
of purity

security

but then
they too would
fall
like sun's
rays

melted.