We wake to snow
grey light and
worsted wool suiting
draped across an outside table.
Plump pillows cushion
Adirondack chairs
while white climbs a ladder,
left outside from weekend chores.
Birdhouses pose in caps
knitted by a grandmother,
and all around,
tired bushes bend at the waist
grouped men on mats bowing,
invoking forgiveness,
seeking pardon
from this winter's God.
