IT'S SNOWING

It's snowing
in the countryside
the northeast wind
is blowing by the shore
where my kayak
hangs by a rope
and I am praying
on my knees
startled by a noontime
town grandfather's clock
a bird rests by oak trees,
putting on my sun glasses
by the burdock waters
visiting my bench
near the silky birches
with my cat entangled
in the branches
who chafes by the beach
and Bay pier reaching out
for her tray of milk
on the first day
of the year.