Before the slush can burden every street
With ground unfrozen and unhurried feet
I watch the snowflakes flutter to and fro
While I with no important place to go
And yet no reason either to retreat
Wander myself more widely still to meet
More snowflakes in the street lights starting glow.
I know of course that I will soon regret
That I live where it snows all winter long
And that the feet that I have quickly set
Out wandering will soon wish they'd belong
To someone sensible and warm. And yet
I cannot think my first response was wrong.
