Snow Point

As much as I watch the hill
for when the brutal night
of rain turns to snow,
it happens despite my will,
despite my watchful stare,
and suddenly there is snow,
and the point where
roads twist to white
is exactly where the mist
begins, as if surveyed;
Beyond that, all is Gegenschein,
magic, trees leaning down
with rimed Krummholz, a parade
protected this one last time
from what we know will come.

July 31st, 2017
January 11th, 2023, Tippet Alley