An empire of white
Fallen
From skies on high
רוח בעצים
אות השמש בשלג
דרך של הציפורים
The empty bowl of winter
Along snowy ground
Waits for blossoms
Frosted grass
Resists the gale
In morning's chill
Spreading glimmers
Of spring's renewal
Chased away by shadow
אצבעות מכיס
ישררות לכפפות שלי
עור אדום בקר
How the grey
Sticks to squirrels
Who trample through slush
As if the rice
Sticking to the pot
Isn't the point
Impenetrable crystallization
Before a drive
Chipping away
The vinegar in
Ice water
Burns anyway
Recollection unclear
The rearview mirror fogged
Ice everywhere
Through cold clarity
A lone hawk glides
As mourning doves quiet
Sweet and bitter
Cool too soon
Cocoa steams
Does anyone
Care to
Remember