Piecemeal overtures 

of peace soaked in blood and gore

carry little weight 

The crow cawed from its

throne at the crest of the roof 

taunting all below 

The day so gray and

snowy resembled a black 

and white photograph

Titter and twaddle 

and dodder about and say

nothing with a shout

Wake and wake again

to disect little details 

of conversations 

Snap dragons not the 

flower but us two as the 

snow rises higher  

Sometimes I add things 

to my list I've accomplished 

just to scratch them off