SNOWSCAPE
The landscape is still-born
Birth of winter brings blood
to the snow
someone is not walking
but standing
awkward space
the corner of December

Breaths are frozen
leaving the pale orifices of mouths
as though they were not inanimate
Moving away
fleeing the refuge of bodies


And someone wanting the comfort
of another
thinks
how people like trees
are never fully reborn

Snowscape, Kaushalya Bannerji , Copyright 1993