Weather Observance

Sun is streaming in through the window which yesterday
Was caked in snow blown horizontal in vigorous winds.
A crusty drifting shroud stretches taught across lawns and shrubs
Which the day before called like sirens to gardeners
To provide one final trim, one more going-over
Before the calendars cogs switched from colours and damp
To powder and wind.
But the hurdling
Cold iron
Train
On jetstream rails
Came down upon us
And bore tanks of moisture from the south
To the steely grey frozen air from the arctic.
And as yesterday's yesterday sun sank below the west's suburban sprawl
A crystalline blanket of deathly white
Was woven, and sewn, and laid at our feet
To a morning of somber grey, dripping, barbed wind
Though the worn brass and ivory, bolts and cogs of the calendar
Told us only crunching leaves, and gilded sunbeams, and scarlet kerchiefs
Should greet us in the fresh, sweater and cap mornings

Still, rails - though spiked to creosote timbers - always go somewhere else
And they took our rumbling tempest off to the west
Where the conspiratorial sun had set two nights ago
And where todays golden friend will wend its way soon
After it again finds the scarlet, the green, and the gold
From under the dissolving spun-sugar shrowd