A Cold Shoulder

To us snow and cold seem a mere delaying of spring. How far we are from understanding the value of these things in the economy of nature! - Thoreau

in rain's vacant changing room

snow began falling with an earsplitting silence

blanketing like a cottonfield of serenity

sticking to anything and everything with an unmistakable, telling resolve

i stood in bewilderment at a sold out fashion show

having no place better to go

appreciative for both winter's cold and heaven's weather-wise ability to absolve

Author's Note

"Now, by 2 p.m., a regular snowstorm has commenced, fine flakes falling steadily, and rapidly whitening all the landscape. In half an hour the russet earth is painted white even to the horizon. Do we know of any other so silent and sudden a change?" - Thoreau