winter for all
Location
It’s when autumn
in its final throes
surrenders
and one morning
you draw in
a peculiar breath
thick with frigid air
that you realize
the winter’s made
its presence.
but it’s none more
striking than
when it rolls out
its carpet
of arbitrary white
that besieges all—
people and things alike.
and if inspected closely
it is only the work of tiny
particles.
that they manage to
attach themselves wildly
to one another and
form a mantle large enough
to rule, is in itself
provocative.
not much else is known
but that they melt and dry away
into the ether.
nothing much is heard from them
until the next snow.
they band together
simply under no
pretensions, rules, or prejudice.
each may be different in form,
but not in structure.
and the color that binds them is
arbitrary.
but snowflakes have no
knowledge of these things
and the climate is alone
responsible for their behavior.
and that begs
to question if
it really is hopeless
to unify beings more
intelligent
than snowflakes.
or must the climate
worsen?