More Snow

It will never be enough A flicker hovers That no snow will ever smother. I do prefer its cloak of all the weather When the land is laid to rest beneath its cover It makes me less afraid of death And brings me time to isolate To wallow, wail, procrastinate. Don't believe that no one has regret Sad but true the human will to drown In hot pursuit to gain renown Too late to toughen up and join that race I prefer in any case to hunker down From deep inside my space I beam just one electron through the flakes And keep my dream of you awake.