see these empty trees
a leaf that fell this fall
leaves forgotten

we try to answer
the meaning of the morning
freshly fallen snow

my blue and blackened hands
struggling to start a fire
under a tamarrack tree

a year now drying
this overcast winter sky
the colour of the wood

voluminous bum
my fingers runneth over
cupping her curl

clawed crow snow prints
just one pair, there
alone on the ice

a hard week of work
so easily forgotten:
tomorrow i sleep in

cracked but held by ice
the trellises fell apart
with warmer weather

one thing broken
into two things
both broken