11/8/2012
Painting A Winter Night
We know too well the ways of the
winter wind,
We know the snow,
We know huddled, shivering
bushes,
The naked-legged trees, the yore
of shrubs,
The whitening of grass.
We know the clear and cloudless,
starfull skies
(The clouds do migrate away)
And vivid dreams untold or put on
hold,
That were or weren’t, anyway.
We know that snow always is,
But is it not beautiful tonight just
to be
(Above the snow)?
There is no reason not to stand
in a once wistful winter,
Below cloudless stars, among the
living sheet
And sheer dreams.
