To think it stubborn of the espagnolette,
like an adamant spinster revelling
in the keeping of a secret,
hushing the dialogue
between perception and horizon,
is to comprehend the true
matter of winter.
To think it paranoia of Xerxes,
like a nipper with duplicitous Duplo,
making an arch enemy
of Hellespontine H2O,
is to gladly disregard
the pacta sunt servanda
of man, water and sky.
I see them now;
Bjerknes, Richardson, Frost,
all careening like foals
at the crystalline concordat.
There is no pillow talk
like the promise of snow.
like an adamant spinster revelling
in the keeping of a secret,
hushing the dialogue
between perception and horizon,
is to comprehend the true
matter of winter.
To think it paranoia of Xerxes,
like a nipper with duplicitous Duplo,
making an arch enemy
of Hellespontine H2O,
is to gladly disregard
the pacta sunt servanda
of man, water and sky.
I see them now;
Bjerknes, Richardson, Frost,
all careening like foals
at the crystalline concordat.
There is no pillow talk
like the promise of snow.