February poem from Klaus Høeck's '1001 POEMS'

        i picked up the ace

of clubs and didn’t find it

        all that odd because

        for me it repre

sented each and every tree

        out there in the win

        ter as well as all

the woods of turquoise deep in

        side my mind where the

        iron cross of poe

try tipped strangely northwards near

        langesø chapel