breath rises above me. I scratch a small circle in the frost on my bedroom window,
look out at the snow that has flocked our neighbor's trees. Even inside there
is the smell of cold fresh snow.
"Flock" is an intransitive verb meaning "to flock" or "to decorate with flock." At Christmas, before there were artificial trees and styrofoam snow, people often would whip Ivory Snow (a flaked soap) to the consistency of whipped cream and flock (slather) a tree with it. When it dried, the effect was that of soft, deep, glistening snow on the branches.
Raised and educated in the Midwest, Francis Masat moved to Key West, Florida, after 35 years as a university professor in the Midwest and New Jersey. He now enjoys living, volunteering, and writing in a tropical setting. His older work appears in Avant, Instructor, Liberal Education, Mathematics Magazine, Pony Tracks and Buffalo Trails, and The Pentagon. Recent work, which reflects his Midwest roots, some new directions, and the tropics, has been accepted by Amaze, Artistry in Poetry, Bottle Rockets, Frog Pond, Haiku Harvest, Haiku Spirit, Heron's Nest, Illinois Times, Life in Alaska, Lynx, Mayfly, Modern Haiku, Muse Apprentice Guild, Paper Wasp, Poetry Midwest, Prairie Poetry, Short Stuff, Solares Hill, Tiny Words, Simply Haiku and others.