snowscene

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