a rivulet of water ice
spears a clod of mud,
kicked by a farmer's wheel.
Hard wind, dark clouds,
over brown fields.
I am a warrior, jumping fences and hedges.
Snowflakes swim past,
ghosts of winter.
A single flake impaled on a barley stalk,
Is motionless.
All about me, large flakes melting, collapsing.
I examine their bodies.
Crystal memories of blizzards past.
