AFTER IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT

It snowed during the night,

a white shroud over the land

too late for the winter,

too late for the land.

Only to cover what is going,

to cover what is dying,

to bury under a shroud of white

the world we knew and let pass away.

It snowed a burial shroud

for the land abused by man,

he laments for it now,

for he knows the shroud is his too.

03.03.2020