Gillian Sze
Watch as winter’s footman scurries off,

the winged spring melt rushing beneath long plates of ice.

Look at the water

pregnant with twigs and lost coins.

Where the trunk meets the ground—

this snow is the first to go.

A tree carries its warmth through the winter,

each one a point de capiton

around which footprints stitch themselves.

For an instant—all is convinced

before moonlight kneels, as it does,

to cast each day away.
from the book QUIET NIGHT THINK: POEMS & ESSAYS / ECW Press
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