Valley (Sno-Po): Poem

 

Valley (Sno-Po)

 

The snow makes plain the plains

leaves the slopes sketchy;

 

it clarifies the trees, their branches

and their branches’ inter-distances.

 

To some bits adds more information, details

only a transparent woman or man can see they can’t see –

 

when their lungs are fretted by chill filigree,

before the out-breath makes itself crass, like brass-work.

 

A peregrine’s eyes, maybe, or a tight German-lensed

camera from 1956 might get into the swing of it:

 

patterned idiosyncracies, unhunted, branded,

mid-air criss-cross over lower-down layerings.

 

Soon I will fail to recall the complexities

of my dismay.

 

 

Hawthornden, 2018