IN THE DEEP MIDWINTER

the fox pauses
a paw
left in mid air

resting upon
a clump
of darkness

the fox listens intently
the countryside listens
to the fox's listening

a stillness falls
upon all
a snail stops mid-wall

nothing moves
the fox's eye glistens
the world holds its breath

the fox trots
as if in a dream
across countryside that's never been

my face reflected
in the diorama
the museum closing for the night