CURLY WHITE MOZART

In curly white
finally the storm arrived
and weathervanes looking down the road
found how white is the wind
whiter the window
and the whirlwind
in the moment of silence.
I sit at the window
in daybreak
to watch
the travellers of everyday
sitting in storm
listening to salty son of Salzburg.
Storm here in hexagons
and waves
Storm there
Storm is the name of everwhere
filing the first fat flurries.
And human heritage crystalizes
in Mozart and winterstorm
he brought and left ,
-VIRGINIA SNOSTORM 2011