To say it snowed last night
is like a whisper in a bar brawl.
It's colder and white for sure,
but the howl of the north wind
is more a raucous caller reporting.
Autumn is gone. In one night
last leaves gave up
and joined the flying club.
Used to be: Fall drop concluded in permission
for the next order of season--
soft and down. Not so.
North wind insighted an overnight revolution.
Already we feel the pain and long for
Spring's new administration.
Would that earth turning was as black and white
and simple truth not held captive by storm troops.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
First Snow Revolution
Change of seasons always gets me going. Here is one of this year's first snow.