Winter Song
by Lucien Stryk
Snow settles into cubist folds,
fleeces wind-shoveled debris
over mountain, village, town.
Sends creatures snuggling into
hiding. Badgers hunkering
like homeless in their corners —
sleep bitter days away. Snow
glazes orchards, wastelands
in a frosty spill of sun.
Nips fingers, toes, triggers
tooth-shudders down the spine.
Wind petering to a thaw, as ice
melts in septic rivers, coots,
ducks, herons, red-beaked
black swans, sail into martyrdom.