There Should be Snow

there should be snow on the horizon
a white line across the distant world
but instead it looks like summer with
the sun streaking orange red and gold
across the western sky as I traverse
the prairie highway and begin to
drift into another lane of thought
covering the highway with crayons
and hurrying across fields of stubble
to find the sun and tell it to stay a
little longer (even though it’s november
and life should be bleak and white and
leeching warmth from every pore) and
pick up the crayons

here -----I’ve got a piece of paper