Saturday, 18 December 2010

Hunger


Full moon

deer crunch frost-bitten grass
white tails, short beards quiver in the cold
ears alert, noses hoaried by first snow
crystallized breath, falling, falling
into tree shadows long against a blue white earth


nothing but silence
                   and ice-jawed winter,

gnawing from inside out. 
   
  
  
  

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