A little settling and the world is changed.
Snow comforts in its vagaries –
the blurring of edges.
We would rather look
at snow than the cold hard truth.
Elsewhere in the world,
they are plotting and devising.They are in their air-conditioned blocks.
When it melts, the snow weeps
and fingers traverse the keyboard
while they plot out our new future.
Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
