Tuesday, January 15, 2019

fog thick morning
















Oh winter, ice-sharp throated traveler

wrapped

in

paper stories of pioneers and mariners
tucked tightly under the felted arm of a northern wolf
with antlers of borealis and thundersnow

Ruby cloaked migration to warmer climes
tricked by the
paltry
and
powerful forecast
of this winter fog

Pace measured
by teaspoons of brilliant amber birch
seed to branch to blackwing-feathered things rising to the lingering frost veiled moon

shadows hide my secret passage
promised to no one

Well then
softly
softly
bring me pieces of your broken apology
Softly
softly
bring me to the foot
of
the gnarled tree where butterscotch owls reside hunting small stone gods

Oh
Winter!
Of sails and plains--of storms;
apple-pressed tales wait

No song sung, no dainty dance done
upon the ice of moonlight

Pass, pause
press on to spark
into
a thousand blue-violet dreams
of deep-set winter wonder's weight

Oh Winter!

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