March 13, 2018 8:37 AM

Outside my window the snow is signaling me to surrender.

Outside my window, the snow furiously signals its surrender.

Outside the window, a snow fearlessly fulfills its nature, mocking mine.

Behind a boundary of glass, the snow challenges my artful nature.

On the other side of the glass, snow mocks our man-made world.

Outside, the falling snow insists upon its memory of molecules.

Here, behind glass, the snow’s morose code fails to reach me.

At the window I see only this silent snow that cannot make contact.

Behind this glass, the snow is slowly erasing the world.

Standing at the window, I know the snow cannot find me.

With a mind made of snow, I re-think the snowman.

Outside a window, snow is falling.

Peter Valentyne

March 2018