Snowless Winter

Not one storm has come to create the cold

And although the flakes used to form so fast

And descend so swiftly upon the road

No snow has fallen in this winter past.

Oh, I know the chaos such clouds create

And what blood pours forth from a frigid gash

But strange it is when the solstice is late

And stranger yet that I desire such chill

When it is clear warm is our torrid fate.

The December sun seems to stand so still

And from a wounded sky the clouds are bound.

The overwhelmed winter gods have had their fill.

Last night, I watched the snow fall fiercely down

And still no whiteness touched upon the ground.

January 5, 2007