First Winter

the first winter enfolded

in shapeless sound

still keen to the ears of birds

smooth thoughts locked in satellites

full bellies darting through

cool waves of white clouds

the cross on the mountain

forests of overcast brick

of barcodes

greasy boxes old masking tape

silence falling backwards

marked hands open fingers

to brace a geyser of sand

craters that held down the horizon

bearing dust of melted rocks

Saturn's ancient iris

smolders above a spring sea of hyacinth

my allelomimetic amnesiac

bloodletting lost light

do you see the trees

they have been walking

within the arms of Eurydice