Posted on Wednesday, December 14, 2005 - 11:08 am:

  
winter is a funerary gradation  
 
so very much as a tree without leaves 
to finger element after element grieves 
to reunite earth to sky to wind to sun to moon 
to life youthful and days brilliant and lustful  
as grass populating dirt as copiously as 
          a bicycle card 
               on a bicycle wheel 
          or a boy chasing  
               a dog chasing a squirrel 
          past whistling  
               fathers on lawnmowers  
          purring below  
               birds chirping 
          above drones of 
               air conditioners 
        beside sheets 
               dancing with shadows 
     on what once was 
                a world  
              on a world 
so very much as a tree without leaves 
to finger element after element grieves