Transmogrified
by winter squalls,
the branches of the sycamore
have ossified into a cathedral
of snow.
A red cardinal alights
there—a spot of blood,
a feathered clot of sin.
Hush. Listen to the limbs
where he has perched:
the nascent cracking
of winter’s church.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
Transmogrified
by winter squalls,
the branches of the sycamore
have ossified into a cathedral
of snow.
A red cardinal alights
there—a spot of blood,
a feathered clot of sin.
Hush. Listen to the limbs
where he has perched:
the nascent cracking
of winter’s church.
