I gaze toward the east,/waiting for the sun to rise./Anticipating.

A bright sun breaches/horizon's line, arcing west/to dive into night.

Snowstorm melts away./City escapes bullet, gets/bitter cold, black ice.

City, ill-prepared,/girds for major winter snow./Weather gets extreme.

Stay up and chatter./Evening spent in palaver/renders silent morn.

Flow like babbling brook,/polishing stones in your path/home to the river.

If morning light breaks,/what sound does the sunset make?/Silky smooth and chill.

Daylight announces/another foggy morning./Gloomy inception.

Trees form dark figures/silhouetted by gray fog's/thick, milky backdrop.

Sky hides the new moon./Below, house lights dot the hills./Sleeping village wakes.