snow

thought, covered in trees
no leaves, sky
smeared in vapors, I
hear a train?
legs shiver, yet remain

lungs trees, walnut
breathes
eloquent maple sings
aubade for flames
light, steady grains

trees, white-gray
branches, hung by hair
ask wind for libation
bark peels in slow air

winds turn leaves of book
write hymns in snow
wind, cold enough for closing
slow

small ones sing, calling
me away, I call her
snow