the snow which falls with my eyes closed a picture that could never be painted ~
bridge across the river crows sweep the falling snow from view ~
the treacherous road home moon after moon obscured in the storm ~
first snow losing the path in the wood by my house ~
the gray sky gleams like starlight today, with the eyes of the dead ~
isolated cause gathering neuroses to pay damages ~
flurries at the bonfire enough consequence to strangle any joy ~
no memory of spring pressed flowers and pages becoming one dust ~
a cold tear on frozen ground her glad rags his casket ~
confused by your insistence word of the year ~
