100 words for snow
It’s coming:
tiny white asterisks on the forecast.
Precipitation slithers from ‘now here’s the weather’ into a real news item.
Tilting to lead skies
optimistic.
The way orange smoulders at the horizon.
Fragile, original, flakes on my sleeve
It’s not lying.
Then the jolly dotty fluttering Hollywood puffs
of flattering fluff that’s, finally,
settling. Transforming. Whitewashing.
and the far hills fade as porridge fills the valley
leaving only our huddle around hot hearth
as fat wet fistfuls of slop hit the window,
slide off, slump and drift.
In the silence we ponder the difficulty
our new landscape will cause us.
