That Kind of Snow

Blurry Winter Window, Coco Mault

It’s the kind of snow that blurs my sight
A crosshatch pattern the wind sifts through one moment, then pulls like a net
And water falls out of my eyes
And melts off my hat onto my nose, joins the other stuff running from my nose
And for some reason my glasses fog, uncontrolled
The snow is trying to tell me to
go the other way
Home is the long way round today
It’s the kind of snow that’s not quite powder, doesn’t quite stick
That snugs and snaps into the treads of my boots, 
sounds like leather or when a horse’s joints click
The ice underneath this snow might pull my feet out from under me,
it tries
That’s the kind of snow today
falling from the sky

-- Coco Mault