Winter from Makings by Jesse Olsen Bay

The first sight of snow, that midnight
Opening the window for air
What I first wildly thought were insects
Like in the headlights, the burning nights of summer
No, snow bees
Snow comes back to me

Winter sun, the great white zero
Naked and burned, all against white, that contains all colors
The slow swirl, the howling wind
The moth snow, the fire of the year gone
Not even ember

Ice windows,ice lace
Ice threads, ice glass
Ice feathers, ice fleece
Ice tears, ice sheets

Sun striking ice prism
Violets, purples, and reds
The trace lines, permanent, transient
Fixed evanescence, visible and frozen

Ice cobwebs, ice coins
Ice leaf, ice wings
Ice coral, ice ferns
Ice ruffles, ice sheaves

Ice forms from formlessness
Ice ringing permanence
Electric calligraphy
Incandescent pagodas, Granadas

Ice pendants, ice pearls
Ice ghosts, ice grains
Ice crystals, ice curves
Ice harps, ice flames

Ice waterfall that does not fall
Translucent tears
The dream shapes and forms
Museum specimens, embedded
Angular Euclid, Steuben shapes
Motion in motionlessness

It was the heaviest winter in living memory
The snows heaped waist high, shoulder high
Two weeksd, I narrowed into my house, cloud cover topping my head
Mornings, the glistening walls dazzling
Blinded, I had to feel my way

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