night snow

if i were a greek

i would devise

a myth

to explain its gentle longing

or a renaissanceman

boldly compare

my lady's eternal beauty

or hold this melting

a moment in tranquility

romantically recalled

right wordily.

this snow like

a deeper poem than these

of words from heaven dropping

pitiless and lovely down

high and heartbreaking but

when drive and sidewalk

have been cleared i will go in

sit down a while and beg

last youthful years for clemency

and will not write one single thing

but simply wonder

that i am allowed

to be here.