leaden snow

here I am now,
snow-shackled and blinded,
staring at the sky without seeing heaven;
feet planted on an earth without meaning.
There’s a chill creeping through me,
wet and meandering as the
foul, gray snow piling,
spilling from mountaintops and drowning
the flowers, freezing
my feet.
the snow is hateful and dextrous,
crawling under pantlegs and into
under caps and coats and
it stays with you,
much longer than you wish,
well past the melt,
it stays with you,
and the spring has come every year yet,
but maybe not this one,
maybe the snow will stay with us.

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