Wintry Mix

drab brown woods:
one white mote floats down

then all at once the sky extends
her whole milky tongue

wet snow on my umbrella
whispers of collapse

evergreen woodferns fade
into fern-shaped shrouds

a pileated woodpecker’s laughter
is muffled by fog

all his improvements to a tree
must be getting whited out

everyone gets plastered
even the young pole timber

a few wood frogs still float
between the reflections of trees

as the dark pool fattens
on clumps of cloud

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