Watching snow cover the ground, cover itself,
cover everything that is not you, you see
it is the downward drift of light
upon the sound of air sweeping away the air,
it is the fall of moments into moments, the burial
of sleep, the down of winter, the negative of night.
The negative of night? The cold?
I admit it is a bit odd but I do like the way it sounds.
Ahhh, negative as in film negative, now that is cool. The line is a cool hook. 🙂
Glad you think so.