matte wash
frigid white air
stands glacial
in the trees
distances distance
stills stillness
silences silence
matte wash
frigid white air
stands glacial
in the trees
distances distance
stills stillness
silences silence
snow cube chest wide
shoved up the pile
by the grunting
winter gardener
planting his blocks
in casual attitudes
fresh trimmed then
now sagging striated
two days of light
rejuvenating snow
leave sculpted curves
moody art
it glides silent
black phantom
in the pale air
an open fist of
black pen strokes
beyond a frieze of
black branches
its call drifts
nowhere