Snow

Soft-tumbling,
Casing the earth like gentle down,
Snow comes.

Stinging your eyes as you walk
Wet, cold specks slap your pupils.

A woman slips at an icy intersection
Dodging cars;
I chuckle
But it's not really funny.

Pelting down hard,
We sit in traffic,
Slush like soiled water-ice sluices the road;
A car ahead jackknifes to the left -
How amusing
(We imperceptibly slow down);
I feel sick 'cause I ate an apple
The size of a small cannonball
And can't get to the toilet.