Var. Schwob
Dalmatians in
Winter
A starless night withdraws,
Removed by leaden skies -
A shallower darkness,
Formless mist,
Engulfs the barren trees.
Thin crust of snow -
Days old,
With leaves
Revealed in spots.
Mystical reality:
The ebb of lingering dreams.
What artist paints
In shades of black and gray?
The profligacy of fall
Has left his brush
Bereft of color.
Spots move, retreat,
Converge, approach -
A shapeless stirring.
The stillness broken
By my shout.
A moving tail, a nudge, a smile.
Stay close,
Lest you fall!
This earth has edges;
What lies beyond
We do not know.
james e. seltzer 12/23/96
Midi is a variation on Sequence © by Pierre R. Schwob