What does snow
mean to sleepwalkers?
What is it
for grass to freeze
into fractal shards
of air,
for breeze to slow, for time
to crystalize?
When powdery particles collect
in the nooks of trees—
When silver sleet
stills atop a slumbering street,
do walkers stop,
breathe,
and take a chance to wake
from hasty heat?
Or does it never snow
in dreamless sleep?