is as full of life as any corpse.
Tag: snow
What brutal moonlight persisting throughout the day
has convinced us this stillness is meditative?
In the coming chill
we will all have to become subnivean.
What is more subversive than laughter?
Only love. Maybe.
snow squall
snow squall
the dog stops tugging
on the leash
January wind
draws a circle on the snow with a trapped leaf
diseased laurel leaves
red and green against the snow— Merry fucking Christmas
October snow
I hold onto an apple core until it turns brown
bent stalk of brome
three corkscrew leaves stuck in the snow
snow-covered gabions
suddenly I want to descend those giant steps
in the snowy track
a grass blade curved into the Arabic for “eye”
January moon
we startle at each other’s faces
