we need snow

we need a hard snow,

she says, getting into her car
with packages

and bags.

a bundle of fresh cut roses.

she's going somewhere, but she
gives
me her take

on the weather, the climate,
the environment

before she goes.

the ground needs to be saturated,
she says,

a heavy snow to kill what lies
below
so that we have a good
spring

so that things will grow.
she has more to say on the subject,

but she looks at her watch
and waves, a cloud
of blue exhaust

behind her.