Listen!
12/7/06 across the last dark of night a jet's lights show it seeking new latitudes the cold has had a long journey it rests itself against the house mice follow its footsteps today's sun will be born in frost that nearby owl will find her rest wrapped in her wings the first low light brings out a small woodpecker tapping a hole in my siding to steal insulation and I rush out shouting at him and throw ice cubes