It was snowing and the landscape was beginning
to glow eerily with the blanket of whiteness.
*
A winter sunset tinted the snow-covered plains lavender
and filled one’s soul with a strange calm.
*
In the haze the snowfall created, my father saw a figure cross the farmyard,
moving from the house to the barn. The figure paused a moment
and placed a mitten on his snow-covered tractor, the jag-toothed
mouth of the windshield bearded with snow.
*
My father grabbed snow from the bank of the pond
and ground it into his eyes and into his mouth, swallowed it.
*
Snow: about an inch of large flaked fluff covering the black asphalt.
I had been driving late and I was tired of the highways slicked with
new snowfall.
*
I jogged down the stairs and to the door near
where our car was parked out in the biting near-zero ice and snow.
*
I got outside and my breath hovered and then condensed
into a fine mist of snow.
*
When I got back to my room,
I watched the falling snow through the window.
*
I saw my father walk out among them, the beacon of his cigarette
shining, the large snowflakes crashing silently all around him.