a clearness for winter sight

paper to window glass
squeaking and streaking as i clean best i can
a clearness for winter sight
while the smell of plastic burning
rises from a neighbor’s chimney
and the orangey muted sunsetting light
lands on the gold stubs in the fields of shorn corn
the loud roar/hum
of the combines and accompanying machines
harvesting the soy in the field arcoss the way
the sound eating up the cold night
as the headlights move through
the fields

the big shadows of big pieces of fluffy snow
swirling down
cast on the front window’s sortof translucent curtains
by the glow of the too bright streetlight that i hate
though tonight, because of this kinetic shadow show, i appreciate
that profane thing and its led glow