Nothing is more chilled
than slanted sunrays through pines
trembling with want
Nor nothing worse than
the young cardi’nals trilling
out to the white trees
Voices unfalt’ring
answered only by echoes
of forgotten spring
Cold, thick powder snow
blithely reminds us of the
small, white spring hen eggs
that, forever lost,
cracked among the shit-strewn straw,
oozing into earth—
and I think of you,
whispering back to the birds,
just as lost as they
waiting for pre-spring
dew to unfreeze from the grass
that you may lap it
with painful blue eyes
like black-stripped and impish jays,
looking down on all.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 3:18 PM UTC
Nothing is more chilled
than slanted sunrays through pines
trembling with want
Nor nothing worse than
the young cardi’nals trilling
out to the white trees
Voices unfalt’ring
answered only by echoes
of forgotten spring
Cold, thick powder snow
blithely reminds us of the
small, white spring hen eggs
that, forever lost,
cracked among the shit-strewn straw,
oozing into earth—
and I think of you,
whispering back to the birds,
just as lost as they
waiting for pre-spring
dew to unfreeze from the grass
that you may lap it
with painful blue eyes
like black-stripped and impish jays,
looking down on all.
