Thursday, March 16, 2017

fore-cast


how
wrapped and woolen
becoming is;
veiled dignity
silk
to field fallow
gray to rain to sleet
to ice
a storm coming ~
heavy this felted sombre weight a cadence familiar
glide, tuck, place
the hackberry bark complies with twilight
amid the press and vastness 

glide, tuck, place
the ice is to be 2 inches thick
in spots
imperceptible to the naked eye 

glide, tuck, place
these gray branches 

dormant 
ordinary
behind this weave of moonlight 

glide
tuck
place 

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