Under a pale
Gray canopy
Dawn lingers into the
Afternoon
And meets an early dusk
The flakes appear
Cautious
Undecided
Filling in the achromatic
Landscape
Leaving in us a
Dusting
Of bittersweet affection
A chill wind animates a
Loose shutter
And it barks against the sill
We're here
We're here
We're here
