in the morning the snow was fluffy white fluffy white kittens the down from the underbelly the sheep in the sky being sheared on my eyelashes the white melts

and everything is so quieted by it, the dampening of the wet heavy wet the blanket over everything the silent over everything pulled up the covers and gone back to sleep

the wind whispers in the still and is warm like the heat coming up from the ground that will waken the tulips