winter blossom

before June, i will
make new resolutions,
which i must observe
for an entire
halfyear,
endowed with no
mere perfection...

and so
the midwinter thaw,
a suprise snowstorm,
the village suspended

distilled in the Sweet
crystalline constant
the world captured
behind ice,

and the breath of wolves
bursts forth
in a great
frosty snort
showing the moose no mercy
there is no excuse
for nature's efficiency

This world transfused
with flame and fire,
the iris flickers black
beneath the light,

transcendent like maple sugar,
fireweed honey, or cranberries dried
translucent red glow in the mason jar
tart and re-kindled upon the tongue

in the absence of daylight
imagination, and the trickling
enumeration, reliving, forgiving,
letting go of the silent
blue cocoon of snow
these dreams will bloom
some time in June.