First thing in the morning
the world outside the windows is white on white
snow on fog, the trees branches obscured
to the point of non-existance
a few hours later the fog
is letting up and the world
has a chance to go black and white on us
but wait
by 3:00 the trees are bare again
and everything drips
this was never a day for snow boots
puddle stompers
wellingtons
bother the weather; dress for the rhyme