off the salt-blanketed roofs.
Morning snow has brought
People are waking up;
dancing on their roofs
betray their morning stirrings.
The old film reel:
pots of tea and coffee set to brew,
ovens being turned on ,
children running across the house
to flatten their noses on window panes
and watch the flakes filter into their world bubbles.
Soon, the madly rushing snow will stop its ploughing forward,
the sky will clear
to let the sun in,
rooftops will light up through a hole in the sky.
But not for long.
DC is a front,
weather and otherwise
and the unexpected snow