no, there's no stopping it --
there's no snow topping it, nor icing,
though it's no piece of cake, anyhow.
a better look would be silver lining it
on the edge, defining it,
but there's meagre yield from mining it,
far from the scudding cloud
it might gild a mite, no smidge
in sight of dynamite,
or even nitroglycerin
to reveal the glistenin' vein.
and absent that
one turns to tea and tea
and tea again until, absent tea,
one absently turns to leave,
the past behind and the present accounted for,
mettle tested one assays what's in store.