Like the snow that drifts under a door
dormant for a while but safe and sound
for now.  Until the wind blows, it goes
somewhere for now. Blows around
then the snow falls like  stars from the sky
twinkling down, sugary and sweet
for now.  Then it drifts,sparkling and dry
like the drink in your shiny glass,
topped with a cherry on a bit of wood
like the twig by your door with a berry
stuck to it for now. Shake not stirred if it could
like James would.  Ice drifts, sealing in frozen
red berries around my doorstep .Drifting ice
that floats on top of the world at the cap
reminding me that the shards of ice poking
out of my garden watering tap
look the same for now.  It is the same.