28
The wood shining white
limbs lined with fresh fallen snow
here the rising sun

29
The sunrise begins
with a watercolor wash:
pink pearl and doves’ wings

30
Silence and woodsmoke
the ashes are long gone cold
grey sky, changing wind

Coda

I.
By the riverside
dry rustle of standing corn
golden in the snow

II.
Incohate yearning
just what is it that I want?
breath and blood and bone