Snowfall #....?

I've lost count

Past a certain point…

There is no point in counting.

The dusk settles

Wrapping itself in blue chiffon

And the snow falls

Yet again.

Atop the 15 inches already there.

I know it’s not a polar place we live

And yet -

This has the feel of

Tundra under permafrost

Though they say that frost

Is no longer perma.

I’m probably just gloomy because

I have a cold, but I

Saw in my journal that

Last year

On this day in March

I was walking

On the beach.

In sunlight teasing of spring.

That memory belongs to a

Whole other planet from

Here and now.

The blue time has deepened

I press my head against the glass and

Close my eyes against yet more snow.