The snow comes down
on the grass.
The snow
doesn’t stop for anybody.

The snow
gets in my hair, fogs
up my glasses.
The snow doesn’t stop
for anybody.

I slipped and fell yesterday
because of the ice.
The weather is not
mine to control.

The small parcels of the
snow stick to my jacket,
making it wet but covered
in art.
The snow doesn’t stop for me.

I’m always sad when it rains,
it’s usually a bad day when this happens.
The rain won’t stop for me.

The snow covers everything up as
if to make it anew again.
And when it melts off I’m
surprised to find
what i had already known
but now see in a new
light because of it being reborn
under a sheet of white.

The snow doesn’t stop for anybody.