‘Tis the Season

Snow covers property that lives outside

as mold covers our food with soft, white hair

and ice preserves our dead-town, traffic-wide

as fungus that feeds on fields of highway air.

Giant sheets of snow heaped over hills & parking lots

as if each colossal animal our children made out of clouds

molted its skin or were ripped through the ground,

either way—our families freeze where something massive rots.

By Joshua Wren