Fresh as a flower, brighter than the hue
Of spring, and dimmer than the upper clouds,
Faint elements of winter fall in crowds
And on the trees and city lights accrue:
As each alights, each gives itself its other,
Ambivalently bending to its brother.
Surfaces painted have been frosted over;
Concrete and iron fade, and peel away.
Too bright to bear the sun's abiding ray
The clouds align and mirror where they hover,
A neutral scene, a quiet congregation:
Life is delivered in anticipation.
[This message has been edited by Local Parasite (12-28-2004 08:05 PM).]