The blue sky is lying
through its cloudless teeth,
laughing in sparkling gusts of snow
spontaneous whirling upwards like glitter
without the knowing of gravity
or sudden broken bits of rainbow,
beautiful but leaving no hope behind,
or a glass shattered into nothing
you could drink from.
Not even the sun melts this snow
in a state of emergency,
four cars in the driveway
untouched, looking like big white whales
beached and not breathing.
Morning, dark shadows mirror
the empty branches above,
all rather sinister
as if the world knows something
besides a winter storm
has come and gone in the night.