Stagnant crystals updraft, catch
the wind eddy, blow down
the trough curl in the tree well.
Days crawl longer into the light
moonbeams wash the mountains,
slip purple shadows in the night.
While snowcats prowl open slopes,
lynx pad wind drifts, point ridgeward,
slip silent into waiting glades.
Facets shatter, cornices curl
twine down spines, descend
cold tendrils into inversion pools.
Smoke hangs in the grey,
cords of wood spilled forward
tumbled yardward, needles blown.
Stars and houses merge the horizon,
slice the plain of sight, cut the night,
scatter white and glow up the porch.
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