Twilight has set out,
Laying frigidity from the east;
Over the pine tops;
Soldiered, looming trees,
Forever emerald. Though
Night wraps up colour
In halved secrets-
All but white,
See, the wind too exhales in white.
And breathes it on the windows,
Down buttoned, winter coats;
Like the seed of eldered dandelion.
It kisses the face
That warms it to a sting,
Planting no life.
Here silence and the cold are a single thing.
I yield a praying, whitened sigh
While through the air they constrict the chest.
The valley, hallowed out of sound
In quiet, wintered death
Seems permanent below with a graveyard peace
While the things of summer have their rest.