January

January

In 
The
Dark,
I watch
The
Snow,
Visible
In
The
Street
Lights
Glow.
Its
Coming
Down
Fast,
But 
Likely
Will
Not
Last.
I think
Its
Mean
To 
Snow
At 
Night,
I miss
The
Show, 
When
I awake
To 
Melting
White.
The
Mountains
Get
The
Storm,
And
Albuquerque
Stays
Too
Warm.
As 
Always,
Fierce
Canyon
Winds
Will
Blow, 
Give
Angel
Fire
Deep
Snow,
And 
That’s
The 
Way
It
Will
Go.