Snowfall Fakes

When snowfall fakes and fakes, maybe even forgets
To descend, or lacks hardening will, and rains—

When wool, down, cotton don’t tempt my backside from brown
Grass and frost, mud thawing, from thoughts of a falling blanket—

When, like an unnotified death, flakes melt like clocks
Hanging on corners of heights, hung up by time’s table

Yet drooping warm hope onto eyelids long closed, eternity
Becomes a stalactite, each second a sharp push against the eye.

Waiting’s gnarly jaws move slowly over, beneath the cloudy
Coming. Dig me up when you return! Cover me over when you fall.