Snowfall —

fallen,

falling.

Inches’ and layers’

accumulation,

accumulating.

Wait…

Breath held as trees,

beneath

their sudden burden,

bend

and songbirds’

courting chorus

cease.

The blessing

did not

hold.

We fold

beneath winter’s final

felling lash.

Begone.

Begone!

Appeased,

at last.

— C.Birde, 3/18