for Cath

snow pours down in tufts

and settles in the field,

erasing all the river bluffs

and penciling in the windshield


with its latticed flakes,

coupled in the massing skies

to cover up our vast mistakes

with the cold disguise


of clouds, blank as paper

in the wordless dreams

whose microscopic crystal vapor

underwrites our cosmic schemes,


agreeing on a human flow

before it appears to us as snow


March 7th, 2011

Tippet Alle