Kit Kelen #179 - frost

179

frost

(for a series of studies in metonymy)

rubs its hands

thoughtless of glee

stamps its feet

with no anger

duck in duck's bubble

cow in cow's cloud

stands in a little

mist of breath

as rising from pond

smells of smoke

it's from the fire's remains

a dry twig feel it has

and makes its chimney up

stands through the tree

like tinsel dripping

a shadow casts me from the sun

to show that I am here