with nothing else to say

with nothing else

to say she says

the weather,

is quite cold.

we may get a storm

by the weekend.

it's too early to tell.

but it feels like snow.

it's going down well

below freezing and a cold

front is moving in.

we both look up

into the sky.

we don't talk for awhile.

what more is there to say.

and when

we  get home, we look

out the window.

and she says.

it's starting to snow,

and i agree, going down

to the cellar

for the shovel.