Winterreise

Today we pause to hear the solar rage
Of wind above the spars,
To watch the planet’s massive gauge
Align itself with stars,
The way that music clocks the winter
Down an icicle’s long limb,
And cloaks the graupel feathers
On our cabin’s metal trim
With musical rosettas
That let the world in
To merely human dramas,
To the season’s frozen weirs
That wind the stream together
With our flapping adult gears,
So our bloody flag of time and age
Hangs the clothesline in its page.

Redone January 11th, 2022
Kaiholu