Snow in Boulder

I mostly see the snow come down
Out of frozen air,
Pretty far from town,
Nothing vaguely human there,

But here the falling clumps
Are lit by windows,
Stenciled on the slumps
Of sidewalk snow.

Here houses share
The world’s rapid close,
And snow itself repairs
What reckless lives impose:

Green fences with Carvel tips,
A world on view
Beneath the snow cone drips.
There’s a solitude

To these vignettes,
A world between
The frozen silhouettes
We know we’ve seen

Before, but also something warm
And sane and long ago
In the scuffling forms
Of people in the snow.

February 25th, 2015