In the ages yet to come
Long from 1931
When December’s meadows
Begin to freeze
And frost over
Following the tracks
Of wildlife
Like the breadcrumbs
We would feed
To hidden creatures
In the black green forest
On a wintry opaque night
Disheveled golden leaves
Left over from the fall
Orange autumn’s breeze
Ripped open wide
With pure delight
In the mystery of night
My eyes are drawn
To floating cotton
In the sky
Frozen waterfalls
Like wind chimes
Sparkling clouds
All father round
The coldest moon
Ever to shine in beams and bands
I’m sewing you a sweatshirt
Velvet crushed in royal blue
I thought perhaps that I
Could place it over you
Underneath your new hood meets
Our lips might soon commence
If you agree
In a somnolent pace
How slow can this kiss be
How drowsy are your lips for me
We could take the rest
Of winter off
This way
© GÄ
Poétique 