A Poem - written while walking along Fourth Neck

An email arrived

Just now alerting me to the 

Quogue Library's early closure

On account of the snow fall it seems

And here I am traipsing around again

Down at the end of Fourth Neck

Notebook in my left hand

And right hand pressing 

Down with a vengeance

As if somehow a firmer

Grip will better fix

The ink to the damp page

While the snow keeps falling

Not so silently in fact

Since I can distinctly

Hear after a great fall

How it pings the
Notebook's pages below