We could say the ice arrives leaping like a cat.

And the cat silently contemplates windows and branches

before moving on.

My simple paraphrase reworking the short poem Fog. To address recent weather: silver & luminous with shattered trees & a million people without power. Upon us like a thief in the night.

Fog by Carl Sandburg: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174299

One question I would ask Carl Sandburg, whose answer would intrigue me greatly: Baudelaire or Scarborough Fair?