Winter+Poem

The cold has and the cold will Grasp our storms and Freeze motor still Not like now, and not like ever, Cradle our heads, never, never.

Like walking on dirt rivers Embraces what is dying Tearing the grass but not the ground To mock lively energy from growing forth Keeping the heat in the mound

Birds may be seen but not too many Their colors amounted to relieve It's missing from the fierce white Yeti Missing from the blocked sky Missing from the old man's hair

They have winter's hugging death