The snow is drifting all right
Beside trees and bushes
Creating iridescent light
As the Moon passes
Through another phase.

And she's sleeping
With breathing deep
My tormentor, my hypocrite;
She's resting, she's asleep.

The wind is listless
The flakes are faultless
As they stack up one by one
Like grains of sand in an hourglass
Outside the door.

12/30/1975

Posted on 08/17/2009
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