la neige tombe

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
of warm.

© 2016 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller