Trump haiku #12

it just keeps snowing

and snowing and snowing and

we need big blower!

frost fall

overnight branches turned

white

putting on

crystal

icy sweaters

frosty miracles of beauty

in the last days of

this cruel season of

relentless shiver

and now the shining flakes fall

like small white feathers

in the bright sun of day

with only the memory

of temporal perfection

in this world so marked and pitted

shoulders hunched against the cold