highly damped oscillation

the beginning of spring

the begging rain falls

unheeded by sticks still

 

small ears of leafs

unearthly green

listen to the late frost

so, snow

figures strange figures
perplexes abstract edges
minute spars set flying
into eyes blinking
sun onto blinding
the froth drifting
steps forward sinking
a broom and a shovel
each advance
an avalanche

lopi

the stove talks this morning
of snow of units of weight of measures
of shovels of pancakes of armida
of maria callas of old rossini
of time of space
in clicks and ticks
a heavy black dolphin
another mouth to feed

an arrival

in this, this biting and dark evening

the sandbar is sunk with snow

the brittle apple sticks clack

the bristle dry goldenrod rattles

the steps of yesterdays racoon

cat casting a shadow telling what

starcraft

the lines are faster in the night

the temperature dips into a vault

the knot is tight enough to tell time

the fingers that unwind are blind

the river is ice the lights are still

on the moon

a step into the moon several inches deep

the dust settles and at the edges are

non compete clauses and other verbiage

little remembrances of proceedings past

long ago notes and forgeries that pass

the cold here is immense, is trying

the cold blows your nose for you

the snot puddles in stray creases

on the moon snot and sneezes freezes

on december

on the path

to the pile

the goldenrods reach

into in the way

dried and rigid

they rattle the wind

the seeds take off

agree with the breeze

autum

the leafs are off 

the wind has toys

the trees feel free

the sun finds shade

zeniths

lost in the pavement are stones

immobilized records of moments

transition metals and elements rarer

feet stepping hither and thither

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on hard ground again a fine

edge on every green blade

a mirror held up to the sun

this morning I walk at a run