The First Small Snow and Clouds

The First Small Snow and Clouds

Like sugar on crumb
or random fruit,
small snow marshmallows
short, brown grass
and wet green grass

You wouldn't think
that cold would abide
where there is no ice
and yet
the beads of melt
slick, then mesh
like spiders' homes

Across houses
just like each other
under snow clouds
that blanch them
into grey
more pleasant
than seventies
new

and bless them with
snow-quiet
possibilities

 histories

Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)

Sunset (Painting by Vladimir D. Orlovsky)


Unspeakable red
surrounded by green blue
purple clouds

They may blot out
flame
but by that time winter
night will advance

and the grey beige
house
toward the back
will come shadow

on the vast
somber land
suggested and unshaped
by snow

Song for Winter

Song for Winter

I like

hard ground

just short of frost

grey-white-brown and solid

to push my storm jacketed

self through

the wind

and eyeball

completely bare

branches shearing

up to the sky

Way too spiky

to measure.