Imitation Winter
Snow
has socked us in
and so
we develop a mood
like trumpets playing sadly
each crack and pop
of the furnace
an idle declaration
of fragility.
It makes us blur
like melting snow
on the inside.
We are calm enough now
to listen to the future.
We ponder
who might take over
and allow us to break out
like chickadees
startled by our own
awareness.
