More serious snow

More serious snow

cuts into the night

with the sinuous hands

of those in pain

and those in the know


Salt of my grief, cure

layer upon layer

of washed ground

and the upturned knuckles

of blizzard-bent trees.


Gently sift through black branches,

coil at the lee corners of houses.


Caught in the headlights,

mesmerize with patterns hypnotic

until bold and breathless,

heap upon heap

the whiteness

the painless

the serious



December 10, 2000