February Snow

 

In the harsh halo of a street light

Snow

glows dandelion yellow

 

Flakes dance in its beam

While streets wait

under a quilt of quiet white

 

The heavy snow plough glides

Its wheels

singing as they turn

Flicking up a spray

of fine drops

 

The world is slow to wake

Windows and doors stiff

With damp and the burden

of a bolster of snow

 

Gardens hide, beneath

Blankets as pale and soft

as the feathers of a dove

 

Fat icy pillows wait

on benches

Pavements coated in a sorbet of

slush

 

Roads are made of ice

A rink which will melt

into a river