the insensitive snow

the trouble with snow is not
if it falls or if it doesn’t fall
if it wets or if it doesn’t wet
if it is cold
benign or cruel
merciful or unforgiving
relentless, fickle, tardy
if it covers little or
        if it covers everything or
if she is a know-it-all and forgets
        there is always a blue sky
        behind her
 
my trouble with snow is
they say it's going to snow and
you think, it would be lovely
to see the snow fall
because you haven’t seen snow
        in months
you stay at home
you get cosy
you ready yourself, you think
maybe to enjoy a hot drink
maybe to enjoy some soup
to sit down and watch the snow fall
      outside the window
      over the roofs of the houses
      over the square, over the street
to watch the world being covered
         in white
to converse with the falling snow
talking about matters of life and
feel better by listening to what
the snow has to say
when falling
but the snow doesn't come
you reach with your hand
       into the winter air
you lean your head out of the window
you step out of the door
you stretch your gaze
         as far as you can see
         but nothing
the snow doesn’t send signals
the snow doesn't pick up the telephone
the snow doesn’t leave a message
        to say she is not coming and
you are left waiting
       for the snow to fall
 
however
it’s always lovely to know
the snow is falling somewhere
my problem with the snow is that
         with anxiety
         with so much happiness
         with expectation
I was looking forward
          to watching the snow fall
but the insensitive snow didn’t arrive
the snow didn’t fall around here today
they say the snow
brings with her solitude
but it is not true
one should know better
the snow sends her solitude
        way before
        she arrives