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