Kit Kelen #903 - winter inspection

903

winter inspection

knows me

this windbird

in my head

this grey

in throat

cold in the socks

through the walls

these are all familiar to

see the treetops sway

set out like graphs

of how the sky's come

and I by trudge through bracing

take stock of a watching stillness

all damp out from under

set forth in a circle

back to the fire

it has a tin beginning

falls like a dotted line

nothing to sign

this grey which is snow

above Barrington

no gentle agreement

this any would fall

but tea to go with

and climb back in bed

who's warm and waiting?

music's there

let's see where

what a book

tells too