Anticipating snow..! Shared with The Mag.

SNOW FALLING

Snow falling
through the trees.
The whole of dusk
is a shivering wall.
Watching into
the  roiling dark
we know that the
great dumb sky
has come apart:
its pristine debris
shuffles and drifts
and here and beyond
all our blights
and vanities are
creaming into a
smooth oblivion.

And this great
feather shambles
fills our world
out of a silence
as big as tomorrow.
A voiceless
revolution - secret
feet stealing
a nighttime march
so that when
we wake we are
shackled aliens
in thrall to
a land without
horizons.