I tried to draw the attention
of the disinterested God
who builds the weather.
“Send us snow - just a few feet -
make our Christmas fantasy complete”
I pleaded, but she never interceded.
Angels, that will-less posse of hers
only seem to watch earth’s slaughter
as the wind carries a warm disregard.
Peter (my BF) flew out last night. #harshrealm
(*BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: posse = a friend or working group*)