Let it snow!

The snow drifts down in thick swathes. 

Fast flakes chase each other

in swirling, slanted,

straight-down showers. 

So thick, so fast,

the driveway disappears.

The deluge is quiet. 

No sound disturbs the eerie stillness,
except for the washing machine

that groans and whines its way,

and the television that squabbles elsewhere,

and a knock upon the door

I sit and watch the quiet storm,

the large, fat flakes, the ordinary snow
that builds winter weather,

piling up outside my window.