Tag Archives: Winter

Homecoming

The slow, long walk home, across a frozen tundra– The sun smiles, faintly.    

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Runes

There is the cracking– thin, brittle chafings of bones begging to splinter, to silver holy music through darkened hollows, and there is us, Love’s loneliest brood, spelled out like vagrant relics, like glistening runes, upon God’s most silent scattered linen.

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Moon River, Winter Remix

Ribbed, solitary leaf, cradled in frozen canvas, stray comma to the rivered language of glacial moon, that is where I find her, my love, spreading pure as the music of first snow.

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Juice

Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold.

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Ice Cream

Like ice cream, this dream of life, wintering its soul– How lovely the melt!   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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If on a Winter’s Night…

In winter’s maw, snow, flutters of feathery pecks– kisses, melt to rash.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Bridge

Long ago, slowly crossing the bridge in winter– Footprints in fresh snow.   (Artwork by Hiroshige)

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Chair

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.   (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Soma

It is, at winter’s finite edge, that we glean the bent, palsied bloom, somatic in its turn toward Spring’s inevitable host.  

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Bough

Thick blossoms of snow caking the comb-teeth of pines– To rivet, chastely, sublime.

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