snowsong

perched in the new winter branches
covered with a dusting of snow,
refracted cystaline teardrops
pearled from melting beads of ice

the tree with a thousand eyes,
diamond like host of natures many faces
staring back at me--the enumerator of beauty
the spectator to the anonymous
theater of slow, incremental change,

In time, the ocean lands upon the tree tops
--frozen
the silent slender limbs tremble
as a distant raven calls
my lovers name