Nimble like deer grazing,
people walk upon the snow
and the traffic shines afar
like fireflies slowly moving
in the bluish mist of early evening;
the naked trees of the park
are black and tangled, showing
the fat flakes off. We tread
into the first snow slowly,
trying to get ahead to where
we are going in 2020.
Blessed by the lazy Saturday,
we snuggle in beds or do chores
as the snow continues on.