Suddenly with the tactile brightness
from the intrusive, unwieldy snow,
the days are longer.
They have been for weeks,
but my soul is unusually buoyed today.
my soul being waved around
by the length of the day
like a terrible doll
from my dog’s clenched fangs.
The snow has its days
I need help to make my days.
Darkness should not swim so long
in my tiny green pond with dead fish.