old man with a broom
brushing off what gridlocked streets
three inches of snow
old man with a broom
brushing off what gridlocked streets
three inches of snow
just before daylight
sounding like woodpecker’s song
man on jackhammer
groan of truck engine
revving through gears after stop
echoes night’s stillness
tracks veer from main path
crisscrossing in open field
snow speaks in silence
snow glorious snow
blanketing the whole world white
good, bad, and ugly