Snow rustles to the ground
pristine white flakes of dandruff
Trees: stone stalagmites threatening
any visitors from the sky
Steel sleet hits the window
like the static sputter of clothes
The glass smears with
a flare of mist, and fades...
and smears again
It's already time for regrets.
- Copyright © Sandaruwan Madduma Bandara
Written for poetry seminar
Franklin & Marshall College, 1994