not ten feet from the road
eye level with passing cars
red-tailed hawk on fence
not ten feet from the road
eye level with passing cars
red-tailed hawk on fence
swift moving Cold-Face
meets tarrying Gravid-Cloud
love begets Snow-White
the shape of water
locked into chilly embrace
car’s windshield wiper
ice covered surface
somewhere deep beneath it all
love longing to flow
there comes a time when
one must push through blinding light
or follow shadows