i felt the snow before i saw it
in the spines of
trees and little knees
thanksgiving’s warmth is confusing (winter inevitable)
each arrived to search my memory of
night-sky first snows
and
finding a coat
clouds built in the north over minor
lakes
yellow tape
coffee cake
my mother sent packages slow moving
fonts
black matted april fragile grieved loss
with care
warmth light cost of share
bleak mind
wear
my thirtieth night
solidarity
was a blizzard
we for me
that autumn i was twenty-three
university
vagabond training the nate archibald track
no-flake snow flakes bending back
the earth light moved
imperceptibly
the city bus stopped for me
on a corner
where buses didn’t run
how did you
answer
autumn and winter you
mid-day proof
winter white joy severed four and
ninety-three
led to morning bright
one example is tonight
would it be for heaven’s cancer
or sunlight’s vivid right
weeks demure
cold clock premature
time’s cacophony of art
melancholy dressed every time
in scarf
double socks and vulnerability
buttoned up
for thirty
weeks
wintered
february thought april
first light arrived
for me
a departure from grief at the hand
of
a thief
a life cycle lesson the syracuse session
more than an alibi
the feathery weight
kept things straight
hate for hate
for hate for
hate for hate
clear skies
scattered equivalent norms
awaitied a storm a whole
to a form
in syracuse hearts were
holocaust
we gained light in
moving
long nights you could hear
we just made the winter
we breathed the cold air
which began the gaze skyward
equalled the light
november twenty-third the wrongest of
all nights
vicissitude |vəˈsisəˌt(y)oōd|
a change of circumstances or fortune,
typically one that is unwelcome or
unpleasant
