Blanket Snow

It unfurls and passes through the open gate,
powdered descends in steps,
floating down through membrane lengths.

It glides across towns and fields,
and thrusts upon me now its first
each flake mountain size

Crystal laced, crystal keyed, geometric sandwiched
in clogs devised, from troughs released
of spills and mills of water wheels.

Its hands are dials of clouded clocks
It puckers up an angel mouth
to kiss a kill with breath of ice

The toothy grin is all of her
The frozen cotton is hers as well
as is the pubis of undergarment

Sound then crisp, but with not alarm, yonder polar cap.
Gong the sovereign's metal. Honor the eyes of the dead.
Seal them only with newly minted coins before cremating

Paint further white their generation frown
Likewise sew their lips of chalk together,
for cold indeed is that bleak winter which never warms a spirit.

Oh, white of shadow
oh, white of stash
Do me favor, this I beg.

My autumn berries...
the least of me
leave not unburied















































































































































Oh, white of shadow
oh, wipe of stash
do me favor, this I beg

My autumn berries...
Leave not unburied
the last of me