I

~

Strafed snow

beneath Delamere canopy.

Morning needle melt

dropped water pellets, converting ice-helmets

into colanders.

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II

~

Snow-yoked shoulders

of broad branches, beacon –

white stripes that garner light,

they lay, panther-like,

sublime felines feigning sleep.

Beneath,

we stroke mud that clogs soles,

eyes and minds

wassailed by bright.