Winter
December 7, 2005 11:47 PM
Soughing wheezing mesh of
aching light, seeping up from
stones,
diffuse and padded gleaming
light on wingtips,
phosphor melting puddled
strange-waves.
Huddled here, breathing in each
layer upon
layer of gilded winter
slapping shock.
Ashen grace, hungry sunsets
against stark negative
inverse dusk, haze as
glory, as another
nothing on that
feasting
frost.











