winter hazed into a nebula

doe of the tree
....it seemed

black comets in sockets
....where eyes should be
....the goldcrest scaled
....the fir

scupper its butterfly dance
....you
....bellyround song thrush
....round with stars

the blizzard just a foggy
....memory
....now thick snow fanned the forest

in drier furrows
....yellow ribbonhead
....cried
....as the song thrush
....diminished

all earthworms