The cereals I don’t eat
last forever in the cupboard.

Whole milk curdles
in the fridge while
children sweeten
far from home.

Biters of apples, first ladies of reason,
we will smite you with Science, stump
your tweeting tongue, your lies ev’ry season.
Poison our fruit, mankind will perish, aslump
in a sea of “fake” toxic air. We will crush
the stalks of your rage. How high can you jump
for white private ledges? Our waters will rush
in, flood your golf clubs, mcmansions, pump
your broke schools with fiery breath of our masses –
mothers and daughters and sisters – be *******
while you vent and you vent, we invent lasses
of laughter, sow love for each race, trumpeting
justice for all genders on Earth, we Eves
are not leaving 'til we make it even.

Smell the snow in a forest so quiet something seems wrong with your hearing.

Your forehead carries the permanent imprint of your headlamp.

Indirect light colors the sky, mountains blue, ocean blue, sky orange and yellow, night stripes of green.

Above the number of stars is beyond understanding.

Green lights roll over mountains and hit you in the head.

No one will see dust on your floor.

The full moon makes a movie-set feel bright enough to read by.

What darkness can do, make your mood dive.

Three moose and two eagles join your dayless days.

Children run around playing in the dark.

Build a snowcave, fill it with candlelight, everything just stops.

Life doesn’t stop.

Sounds of frost biting the corners, ice singing.

Footsteps on snow reflect smallest glimmers of light.