After a week of snow it finally broke, and started to melt
and with it sliding off the branches and dripping off the gutters
it looked like the sky was crying, the earth
collapsing in on itself
and with the snow clung to the gutters like a vice,
making the trees look like linebackers
with their shoulders slung low,
what a relief it must have been,
when suddenly the weight from all that snow slipped
off, and the branches sprung back up.
Is this you, Depression?
The weight that won’t shake?