Friday, December 17, 2010

view of the moon

Before the Snowman

I am walking to the woods and back before I go,
Three quarter moon, dusky clouds
snow laiden, ready
they flurry just a little now.

Every puddle is frozen and covered too,
I am cracking each in satisfying step as I go
but one
I am keeping this one for the way home.

White abounds
I am alone
just for today
I see up to the tops of trees, into skies, into pale light
a delicate sun sets behind.

I have remembered my mittens
my feet and hands, warm

I am alone in the dusk light
I am here in the moonlight
Just for now
Perfectly here
on this new earth.

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