Notes on Winter

When winter comes

We take the wool from the sheep

To pad ourselves for the hunkering

The down from the geese

To buffer against biting winds

We saw limbs off trees and drag the deadfall bones

We take on repeat in this world as battlefield way

We erect walls and print money

pretending this is just a game and we aren’t multidimensionally at the mercy of the jet stream and polar vertices

We hold a view of conquest is best

We’ve forgotten water chooses her shape according to how she’s caressed by the temperature

Perhaps her finest form is that swollen to ice

Tessellated to snowflake

The once homogenous indistinct molecules

2 Hs

1 O

Freeze to infinitesimal form

Piling wild artistry and distinction feet high

A carpet of crystals

She forms us too

Some 70 % of our matter into form is water sloshing around in skin

Bobbing eyes of blue and brown in saline pools

The ocean lives in us too

Source finds itself like the ourobouros

All one but endlessly forming and cycling

That snowflake on my tongue

Might’ve been in the belly of an Osprey yesterday

We are all some 8 billion drops of God taking a bit of frozen form

Snowflake surprises

Rare snow for where I live

Thank you for reading!

With Love,

Amanda