Soundless Michigan Snow
Weather watchers, temperature chanters, weekend planners. “It was suppose to be…” “The weather report said…” Wind-chill -25, snow accumulates. Stubborn, denial walkers walk. High-heels, running shoes, wing-tips. Gloveless, mittenless, warmless. Why pretend they want their ears to turn bright red? Their hair to stand on end, with bitter cold? Why gawk at the wool, fur and scarf-clad walkers? Smirk at ear coverers, mitt wearers? Or tsk, tsk at sturdy boot wearers? Anti window scrapers, traffic menace makers. Windows left with ice. Crawlers, like moles in a tunnel. Steering wheel hoverers. “I can’t see a damn thing!” Trudging begrudging gripers. Stomp it, shovel fling it. Tip-toe over it, de-ice it! Snow keeps tumbling down, regardless. January snow speaks nothing of green. Whiter than “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” snow. Fence topper, yard concealer, peace maker. Soundless, lim...