Menora of bone On the head of the deer Stepping gingerly Into winter’s arena. * Another November Trembles and falls But not before Thanks is given. * A boy walks Into the woods As if into a wall, The day in one hand, The night in the other, Like a farmer carrying A pail of grain, A pail of water. * A light was left On in the pines. The dead reach up And shut it off. * Lay the light down gentle As a sleeping child So it won't Wake and blind you. * Sing four words. Bleed the fifth.
Notes Written on Snow
Notes Written on Snow
Notes Written on Snow
Menora of bone On the head of the deer Stepping gingerly Into winter’s arena. * Another November Trembles and falls But not before Thanks is given. * A boy walks Into the woods As if into a wall, The day in one hand, The night in the other, Like a farmer carrying A pail of grain, A pail of water. * A light was left On in the pines. The dead reach up And shut it off. * Lay the light down gentle As a sleeping child So it won't Wake and blind you. * Sing four words. Bleed the fifth.