waiting for the snow

[howls]

we're waiting for the snow to fall quiet
like a poem's beginning

Fall quietly*

bringing relief from the rain
and the blustery wind
from the slip of rotting leaves

What is the slip or rotting leaves

from the strain of change

Verbose.

we're waiting to trundle
through undulating drifts
across fallow fields

Probably the best stanza because of the imagery.

inward as a daydream
as an icy lake

I don't understand the icy lake metaphor.


Thanks for posting. I enjoyed your poem.