DETRITUS

The little things that make the land

Lie brittle on the lake: gray that wets

The air, blaze black ice sets

 

In stone, stone white rays 

Fret with air, wave-like clays

That form a riddled band

 

Around the borders of the lake,

Lace-like glare that takes

The icy place of summer sand      

 

On sun-white spans of flake and

Air and phases in the frozen shake

Of stony waves - plans that break

 

My heart in summer when they’re brand

New in the trees, somehow up the stake

When they fall asleep and freeze.

 

January 14th, 1990

Tippet Alley

September 28th, 2005

Mougins