3-14-17 Reading White Ashes

 The snow always seemed to fall at the wrong times 

The earth would be painted over in a clean white 

Cars stopped and children were overjoyed 

Adults would struggle to dig themselves out of their own doorways

But I stay in my house 

Watching the wretched flakes fall from a grey sky 

The white blinding 

Wrong time 

I wasn't ready to dig myself out of my doorway 

I remember how easy it was to run to the mailbox 

Now it takes a century just to hike through the driveway 

The white ash covering my knees 

trudging like a drunk 

Always at the wrong times 

but here I sit reading your words over in the white ashes •reading white ashes•