SIFTINGSNOW
The snow
The snow
The snow
It falls
The city
Stops
The city
Crawls
The snow
The snow
The snow
Drifts deep
But dawn’s
Early Mass
Will lure
The sheep
The snow
The snow
The snow
Dripping cold
Heavy
Wet wool
As they plough through
So bold
The snow
The snow
The snow
In warmth kneel
Facing the
East
Their wool
Shrinks to steel
The snow
The snow
The snow
Again faced
Outside
Steel-wooled
Inside…
Drenched-graced.

