Snow

The snow blanketed the Øneheart, reidenshi snowfall Say something... front yard and the vegetables, And I, stern-eyed, tried to read Proust and watch the snow. Let the snow envelope the scene, or the painting of my imagination will be incomplete, Wedding the snow to my imaginary painting. Its speed makes my wonder solemn and August. Troubled is the condition of collard greens, The source of my appetite. Theatre will be my home. The silence of snow satisfies the heart. Earth is a cradle; snow sleeps on it.