sound of snow on

September 20, 2006 10:43PM

cobbled stone,
colonial gestation of
schlock-tock tapping
hooves and horses and
such melted lamp-lit
flakey flecks all
lined and lit and
breathing lamps,
alive and there is
snow so quick to
melting
pouring
past our window,
pebbled bumpy drops and
patches stretched and
somewhere there are
fertile rafters,
golden glows cast and
looming round these pale victorian
limbs
and puddled flame breathes heat from
hearths
and all is gracious good and
buried
deep inside these
granulated
rusty
tangled
un-electric colonial
shadows.