Why is there snow in dreams?

unrushed, unconcerned
conduct at grace for the referee
She is shaking her head at me
“There are times when you surprise me.
Are you going to tell the world
what I say? Maybe I should
stop talking. That’s it. I’m not
going to say anything to you anymore.
You know that’s not true.
I love you.”
my ancient God
She has spoken
flowers grow from the window
and I collide with my own hands
across the oberient navigation