4.20.2010

Winter

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
The loud wind wakes me
Driving between the gaps
Of the cataracts

The silver night glows
Through the blinds, a fairy fire
Of moonlight on snow

Drifting still, the flecks
Frost the world, make paths valleys
And shrubs mountain-tops

The cold glue my frock
I have not become cold and
Yet I am not warm.

This is the earth's dream
It ends with a wedding feast
Crystal and pure white.

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