Half Full
Snow has invited himself in,
pulled up a chair, and made
himself at home.
A great listener, he kindly
consoles my impassioned
pleas to be heard.
This will pass he assures.
Solid once, I melt and lift
away unseen
through the river Vaitarna
eternally passing. Smiling
he shifts away.
Straightening, I empty his
remaining glass, half full.
