This morning the first snow showed up here. It wasn’t much to speak of, just a few dusty showers. The poem below came out of it, unpolished once again. But I’m beginning to like them that way.

low fallen sky

one foot in front of another
through the field I walk
under a low fallen sky
snow drips down around me
first to arrive on the scene
one step after another
as heaven above me
sheds its weighty crown
below on earth I wander
adrift on a dry grassy sea
meant for now to roam here
untethered, anchorless
through this cold gray dream