Snow Day

White clouds bathing in a murky pond

As swirls of steam billow around them.

So full with nowhere to go,

The warm current spins them in circles

As it warms their gooey center.

The bitter sting of steam burns quivering lips

After a hard day of being out in the winter

And the mind retreats into the cup

As the eyes watch the ravishing of the planet

While waiting for the net episode to load.