ANOTHER YEAR

Sun on winter days like this,

When icicles are mirrors

Of the deepening mist,

Coating pines in layers

 

Of the leaden sky, beaming snows

On clouds, freezing shimmer

In a crystal haze - sun throws

Water up inversely from the forest floor,

 

Twirling columns of the deeper flakes

Into upper, colder spikes,

A trade that makes

New versions of the glacial dikes

 

That sky will vaporize

With sight, the planet's core

Which emerges on such nights

As, in its depths, hoar

 

Coagulates to atmospheres,

Coupling lines that thaw

Evaporates in tiers,

The ebbs and flows that draw

 

The light to dark, the breaches

Of the year, the rhythm

Of convection in the reaches

Of ancestral limbs

 

Where the world turns around,

Where our false celestial skin

Is riddled through with ground,

The galaxy's trick engine

 

Laced in ice beneath our feet,

Airy photosynthesis

That swaps such dazzling heat

For frigid scenes like this,

 

Light wound up in blizzards lest

The cold that breeds in space

One day comes to rest

In an uncertain human place

 

Where the solar system's chilling rays

Woven in your lucid hair

Mirror with their perverse blaze

The closest thing on earth to air.