nine ways of looking at snow


I

Wake up!
It snowed!
The world is new again!

II

O! Crisp delight of snowy morn!
Blaring snowblower
yaks all over that.

III

Snow breaks cities
and lights golden eye-fires,
fucks money,
shuts everyone up,
til only the world
is left.

IV

The stream is always dark and going.
Snowy banks wait their turn.

V

All still under the dark winter sky.
Snow twinkles up.

VI

Tire after tireless tire.
Churns white snow
to salted sludge.

VII

Here I lie dead in the mud,
decaying with the sparrows
and the acorns.
Fresh snow half-buries us,
half-hermetically.

VIII

Fresh daffodil punks-
Tiny suns defy
the snow below.


IX

Fat gobs of sunlight send snow
meekly dripping and slouching and sloughing.
Wake up the grubs.