 |
Winter Landscape
This is like a place
we used to know,
but stranger
and filled with the cold
imagination of a frozen
four o'clock daylight
eaten by clouds,
blackened like slate
horizons. In this
coulee, there is a
sensual bond with
earth, wilderness,
and solitude in the
starkness of snow,
the randomness of
woods. Allow the
moment as daylight
is swallowed in a
meandering , thawing
river, the connective
life blood carrying us
along with hope that
winter is not static but
a gradual metamorphosis
of our longings. Silence
evaporates in the dusk of
a March thaw: exacting
harmony as a hawk
circles a tree.
|
