The sky sheds snow like silver scales
sloughed from the snake moon.
Snow swims under street lamps then scatters
in the sudden squall like shoals of shimmering sardines.
It settles and smooths the scars of yesterday’s prairie
sealing the sun in its prism.
Straining against the weight of winter, the sun
slinks up the sky and stands still for a second
before tipping the scale in favor of day.