Snow cloaks the ground, lies coat the truth
lights on the front porch, tomorrow's forecast is dim
here we can pretend that I understand
what it is you mean as you say
don't wait up for tonight, or the nights that follow next
or even future days
the weather won't stop changing
and my life's written in seasons
of ever turning, never-ending
snowy revelations
where I'll put together pieces
set aside the springs
before I cast out, no,
catch my every fall