ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
NOTES TO BEGIN WITH
noon on new year's day
just come in from a trudge
the world is white it slopes
it bristles with trees
the sky is shut by drifts of clouds
the light comes from everywhere
everything is light with no heat
the black bark is made of light
the ground is a light
someone has tracked over
more than one someone
as soon as the snowfall slows
the small tracks appear
then more falls the first tracks
are covered with a smooth
blank sheet of snow
that new tracks cross
lying over or beside the old
as they push up the slope
through saplings and greenbriers
then turn and come back again
the one stepping having been watched
from squirrel nests and high branches
the whole time