snowbound
levels rose between devil hills
stuck in the slush of a meltsome day yet
a crisp in the air. snow will come soon.
and flutters of petal ice chips tiptoe
to fall in grassblade space, to lick a bright shine
amidst the grime of this sootdust existence
to placate the black, and hand nature’s dank odour
a purewhite offering to spirit the brushes, cleanse
and clean anew. a frozen dew.
such thick carpet laid to rest on open floors;
a cap of icecooled shadowbright for the sullen treebranch so
sunlit snow springs the eerie lit glow to water winter eye
after long light is sleeping and night is spider creeping.
and how once peaks feet thick would rise to statuesque intent
soft bergs lapping the landscape
in the icefields of the suburban back garden
higher layers would fall and the mind can crawl
trailing traced trenches through the delicate texture,
to a stop once far away tunelled through and lie tiny-still
the pack of the drift tight all around as created caverns collapse suffocatingly inward
and as our frames flicker and fall into the thick white above
this one thing i will ask and
you will know
when understanding hands still the stolen dreams of day
hold me closer than the wrap of blanket snow.
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