LOVE POEM AFTER NIGHTS OF FROST
This slight commotion
in rime-coated forests:
The head of a deer
mirrored in the spring
in the matt pewter-light of dusk.
But winter has already locked tight.
A shadow of life
darkens for an instant
the reflection of frost-stars
in the night-ice.
Then the deer lifts its head
and listens, scents out
running water ...
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