and as forecast
the blizzard is here –
trailing from lampposts and cars
like a thousand silk scarves
and falling through the sky
like the remnants
of an exploding moon.
Silently swaying above rooftops,
A white swarm of snowdrops –
Prominent as the onset
Of loneliness, it cannot be stopped
Only watched
Until those final flakes dance
with all the elegance
Of confetti,
Wind-swept above the steps of a church.
