walking to Mass in the snow

SIFTING
SNOW

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.