Tombe la Neige
Dry powder clumps ride the breeze
from branch to branch, from curb to gutter
like cotton blossoms in Alabama
I once remarked looked like snow.
The cotton looked like snow; the snow
looks like cotton and the cars
wear blankets, but
the road is clear.
This is today, in places
where there is not yet thought
© 2016 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller