From time to time snow


sees its bodyweight in snow,

a liter of snow pounds sticking to her diet —

Snow packing new snows bound thronged into blue purple columns..

moving like a herd and suddenly forcing exposures within

creeping fast, loosening and nettling snows to toss and flake

overboard, self-torquing until each part drowns ahead of snow
as quadrapeds pace on fresh snow.


Straddling an hour snowing, flapping in snow

now into cold slush and melted snow,

clouds connecting to wet hooves in snow.
The cicadas are in their rooms.