Kit Kelen #208 - past winter's middle

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past winter's middle

sticks in the hall

boxed to burn

outside air smoke-hazed

must be us

we've awe

for the thermometer

more for the paddock of frost

otherworldly birds unseen

chime first of mornings

for this world

whose barking over the hill?

whose car on the tar so far?

King Parrots here are faster

seem not to give a damn

the cold is in the pond's reflections

like a moon, like bone dissolved

day to begin the pizza oven

this is one eternal struggle

you might think winter is winning

but my socks are thicker than that