Wintry Poetics

Wrote this yesterday, because snow has that effect on some people.

Snow

The fly in the window stumbles downpane,
snowblind on the glass map
of the white world.

Two neighbor dogs snozzle and puff,
jamming their noses down again
to the novel powder.

The living squint and the dead lie still,
both with bones in common,
just a blanket apart.