Winter Scene

The globby wet snow
Weighs the branch down
the white carpet rolled out
for the children to own

with their sleds
and their boots
and their new Christmas hats

mittens and snowballs
tossed here and like that

One hits the window
and splatters a mess
it looks like a spider
or the sun at her best

the metallic blue sky
makes me squint to see
the brown rabbit hopping
out from under bare tree

its paws leave their print
soon to be wiped
clear and away
by the winter’s windy might
Tonight…

For she smiles at me
And winks her cold eye
winter’s a mistress
that will never die.