There Comes A Snowflake

There comes a snowflake buzzing in your ear,
A whistling wind although you are indoors,
Or perhaps snow falls piling to obscure
Your view outside the window's glass frontier.
The plains, remember, still are dark and clear
But they are out of reach, though with allure
Remaining. You will find your tracks no more:
That fateful blizzards blows, they persevere
No longer. Despite this, there are others
Who will wake up in the morning and stand
To step, who will put on their coats, cover
Their health and walk throughout the fields that spanned
Your time, and shovel up your memory,
And like the salt upon their boots carry it always.

May 26