Poetry: Untitled #5 and #6

[nebroadwe]

Clean laundry folded,
Toilet, sink and shower scrubbed,
These measures composed --

And still the snow is falling.
And still the snow is falling.

[Crossposted to just_tanka where, in response to a comment available here, I also posted the following slice of bathos:

"Between my hands, warmed
By the coffee mug, rise wisps
Of steam: heat's pale ghosts.

Without doubt, the time has come
To get the thermostat fixed."

Cue the rimshot.]