RIME

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