MONDAY 2nd FEBRUARY 2009.

When it snows
Nothing goes
In this land;
On the road,
Or below,
Or wing spanned.

One in five
Duck and dive
In their beds,
And divide
All the lies
To be said,

But the flakes
Are awake
And prepared
To parade
Till all sleighs
Are ensnared,

And leave us
More reasons
To mutter
How even
The seasons
Are shuttered.