Snow. Frozen precipitation. The arrest of flow into solid, due to freezing conditions. It stacks up, adds up, confounds movement – of cars, animals, emotions. It sits there, waiting.
And the ground that it waits on, freezes, holds in, dries out. Holds things that were once stuck there, like mailboxes.
And the snow melts, and the ground gives in, but not quite because it isn’t yet warm enough, but it is trying. And the mailbox falls over.
Too cold to set a new stake, too much warmth to be cozy in the snow, but the mail must get through. A new season arriving, but not quite here, assistance is still needed.
Two metal poles and some bungee cords. The poles hold up, the bungee cords hold on. It’s okay, it works for now.
Shouldn't...but Do 
And looks fantastic!