Saturday, January 21, 2017


Arras

A field of snow
       growing
in the silence.

Sun softening
the gentle swells
illuminating
      crystals.

Wind bends
a long straw
and winds it slowly
ornamenting the
pristine blanket

with an oval
         repeated
and repeated.

A mouse shelters
in a snowhole
nibbling windfallen seed;
leaving droppings
in the frozen nest.

Hare tracks
cluster under
shelter of a
snow-laden pine.

There -- the
outspread wings
of a falcon
imprinted on the snow

 -- and there the
hare tracks end.
There is no blood
to colour the
monomorphic plane.

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