Snow Drifter

The moon squints from behind

A film of wintry cloud,

A glowing cataract

Watching the ground beneath her

Succumb to layer upon layer

Of frozen tears.

The air around the flickering

Lamp post

Is dampened and silenced,

The snow absorbing all

Unnecessary noise--

My footsteps included.

My eyelids sting with cold

As the strict delineation of

Property lines

And the perfectly proportioned

House to road ratios

Are smeared and obscured.

The world fades to white;

The filth we drive through all night

Has somehow become beautiful.

Even my shuffling steps,

My maculae upon this perfection,

Are being blanketed and

Hidden away.

I lay down, snowflakes whipping sideways,

And allow myself, the only imperfection

That has yet refused to yield,

To be covered.

All my imperfections are obscured

As I become nothing more

Than a shivering seasonal

Snow drift,

Just another limbed layer

Of discontent.