Sun shining brightly in the east as snow
drifts down, just a few flakes at a time,
while winter deepens, moving beneath
lawns and trees and shrubs, down
into the earth, freezing everything
it touches, cold moving into every
crack and crevice, every clod of dirt.
Meanwhile, my mind begins to move
deeper as well, into the icy recesses
of bittersweet memory and imagination.
