Sonnet #223

Snow came when we weren’t ready for it

That night, I called her to the porch to look

Up, where the drifting clouds shivering shook

the puffs that fell like dead clouds sifted

Children in the dark were dragged from bed

Raced into the late night air to catch a flake

In their hands, in their hair, on their tongues, awake

Smile at this miracle, cheeks rosy and red

Also red are the firetrucks, where the road ices

How many dead will slide into the walls?

How many accidents, brown-outs, and crisis

when these strange incidents sweep and fall?

Snow came, we weren’t ready, but we try this

Pretend we aren’t afraid for siren’s call

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