12-11-2013, 08:11 AM
The sunless sky just after snow
has long since plastered pounds of sleet
on burdened limbs. The cars aglow
with ice; the field a vast, white sheet.
The paw prints of a wild hare
are faintly dimpled on the crust.
They fade, then vanish in the glare,
and slowly fill with winter’s dust.
I follow, walking next a drift,
which shifts and fades: a phantom knoll,
its crest cut with a narrow rift.
And there, I spot the rabbit’s hole.
I peer inside the tunneled space:
the rodent squeals and bites my face.
has long since plastered pounds of sleet
on burdened limbs. The cars aglow
with ice; the field a vast, white sheet.
The paw prints of a wild hare
are faintly dimpled on the crust.
They fade, then vanish in the glare,
and slowly fill with winter’s dust.
I follow, walking next a drift,
which shifts and fades: a phantom knoll,
its crest cut with a narrow rift.
And there, I spot the rabbit’s hole.
I peer inside the tunneled space:
the rodent squeals and bites my face.