Window Display

Our last day in the mountains
For a while: castellated hills
Socked in, we live in vales
Of sun-gloved stone,
Folded in palomino skin,
The very air materialized,
Chanelled into graupel,
Shrouds rise into ghosts of baby
White, stripped trunks matched
With unraveled boughs, haute couture
Magnified by crowns of fir,
The lower meadows barreled
Through their stellar rime
Into sheets and mists as the needled air
Sifts and thickens, lodge poles watched
All winter hung suddenly
With major drifts, ignored for months
Like frosted windows in a store,
Exposing clothing and sugar stars
Where Christmas Yves now
Crystallize as the miracles they are,
Ingenues brought down to earth,
As earth itself, shaken
Like the light, raises a Rolexed hand
Into sky, auroral, Polorized.
Even the up-to-the-minute sun, wakened just
Before dawn, unshaven, haloed,
Is now completely hologrammed
In day, closing in and moving down
These Calvinated vistas
To hold us Diorista’d in this
Luminous display, the diorama of a
Finally fashionable Ferragamo day.

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