— unpredictable thoughts

poem today : Blizzard, William Carlos Williams

Snow:
years of anger fol­low­ing
hours that float idly down —
the bliz­zard
drifts its weight
deeper and deeper for three days
or sixty years, eh? Then
the sun! a clut­ter of
yel­low and blue flakes —
Hairy look­ing trees stand out
in long alleys
over a wild soli­tude.
The man turns and there —
his soli­tary track stretched out
upon the world.