And It Don’t Stop

First snow
rests light
outside our
thin window

Wake up
The weather
is alive
and trying

to speak
You’ll miss
This shit
When you’re

dead man
Get shoveling
And snow
get melting

It’s early
December My
god it’s
still early

to hold
cold clotting
my head
and bones

I’ve a
hard, hot
craving Water
to be

cool wine