Ashen

I wrote this sitting in a Bigby's Coffee in Macomb, MI during the first case of emergency weather for this winter.

 Here's to The World
and the icy
send-off 
she never got.

Wave of snow,
constant and heavy,
like ash,
volcanic,

nobody heard the blast,
nor saw the smoke,
but, everyone,
positively
everyone,
tasted ash.