Monday, June 27, 2016

Kit Kelen #179 - frost


179
frost
(for a series of studies in metonymy)


rubs its hands
thoughtless of glee
stamps its feet
with no anger


duck in duck's bubble
cow in cow's cloud


stands in a little
mist of breath
as rising from pond


smells of smoke
it's from the fire's remains
a dry twig feel it has
and makes its chimney up


stands through the tree
like tinsel dripping


a shadow casts me from the sun
to show that I am here 









 


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