The radio says it will keep on all night. Already
over two feet on the road.
The lake has vanished in sheets of swirling white:
a ring of hemlock
and birch to mark the open space.
My ears, so used to groaning
buses and rushing cars,
Burlington Northern thundering
through Sauk Rapids, nearly stunned
My friend hears chickadees
singing but I hear nothing, not even wind
or the faint striking of snow on frozen ground.
Steve Klepetar's work has appeared widely, most recently in Glass, Red River Review, Black Heart Magazine and others. His poems have received several nominations for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His latest chapbook is "My Father Had Another Eye," from Flutter Press.