White, puritan, and muscular in heaps,
the snow moves softly into places
reserved for other things.
Solid weather, shroud of heaven,
who can guess its purpose, oblivion
packed, whole as sin?
Obstacle of the routinary, its sudden
weight strains thc lawful brain
of progress to rebellion.
Children grasping up the balls
of holiday use it intensely
as a gift in kind.
But the temporary vast monument
of its mission inflicts dumb
desert on the mind,
Muffling fields of cluttering invention,
silence of an age that leaves
all man behind.
Leave a Reply