bearprints and fresh snow

emotional moonlight
and the moondogs sparkle
metallic halide,

through fresh filtered spheres
illuminating new autumn ice
burning the fog

in lunar crisp clarity
the electric halo
phosphorescent

to the human spectrum
the cool slab of ivory
pulling in the naked eye

a moist new snow
in which bear and wolf
still roam

the mid-october night
as witnessed upon the powdered ridge
two sets of tracks,

both human and bear,
who is following whom;

which creature seeks
the moment of redemption?

fifty white swans

fifty white swans

descending through
cool white clouds

hovering so close
to earth

I can feel
the flutter of wings

a choir
of angelic birds

the seasonal furrow
the sacred southern V.

pointing the way
homeward

after a summer
of boreal bliss

(the post coital kiss)

Four and a half
fresh inches

of blue dusky snowfall
waking from the dream

of falling feathers
a subarctic Icharus

awaiting signs
shimering silver

in the chrome
of mid October light

when night arrives
with full moonlight

bedding down
harvest of stars

in the quiet chill
a song of birds

the rhythmic flapping
of one hundred wings

pierced by blue starlight