Inversion of twilight
before-dawnness
a lightening of sky
giving shape and substance
to the guessed-at
in the dark
Snow
this morning
though
so the chestnut trees
curving across the hillside
usually opaque
in the park pre-dawn
now magically revealed
by still precipitous air
a first fall on silver
drawings of branches
A silence too
of sorts: a deadening
the tentative movement of cars
where a hiss of the tyre
is now compressed
to a thuck of the wheel
Two dark dogs paw-deep
slalom down the hillside
sending up the snow-spray
like puppies they are not
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 5:16 PM UTC
Inversion of twilight
before-dawnness
a lightening of sky
giving shape and substance
to the guessed-at
in the dark
Snow
this morning
though
so the chestnut trees
curving across the hillside
usually opaque
in the park pre-dawn
now magically revealed
by still precipitous air
a first fall on silver
drawings of branches
A silence too
of sorts: a deadening
the tentative movement of cars
where a hiss of the tyre
is now compressed
to a thuck of the wheel
Two dark dogs paw-deep
slalom down the hillside
sending up the snow-spray
like puppies they are not
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