Snow

Awoken by atmospheric water vapour frozen into ice crystals
and falling from the upper atmosphere in light white flakes against my window,
One of many of weather inspired humans, I now write of snow

Winds drive the hours by, and it snows with the same ardour it began with,
[long after fickle mortals have changed their facebook status's to things entirely unconnected to the clime]
the white sky wholeheartedly working to paint its image on the land below.

And I wait, watching by the window,
as the earth and the heavens, apparently unconcerned with dignity
enthusiastically sling snow stuff at each other on the wings of icy winds,
swirling turbulently over frosted trees, lampposts and less comfortable bipeds, swollen and ungainly with immunity,
For inspiration,
my mind as poetically blank as the untouched plains outside.

Dec 2008