snow crackles underfoot
like powdered bones
trees have dandruff
in their hair
and the wind moans
the wind moans
ponds are wearing glasses
with lenses three feet deep
birds are silent in the air
as stones
and the wind can’t sleep
the wind can’t sleep
i found an oldman by the road
who had not long been dead
i had not heard his lonely groans
nor seen him weep
only birds heard the last words he said
before the wind pulled a sheet o’er his head
the wind pulled a sheet o’er his head