North for Christmas
Half gray, half golden
a flock of little clouds
scattered below me
Snow-swept dawn
Wind shouts around the house
Trees lift their arms and dance
What abides with us
this quiet morning?
In silence, God’s son.
Snow reveals
that a fox has walked the path
we made in summer.
Snow-tipped pines
dimly reflected
in the wet black road
Dawn ascent: gray plains
below blue twilight
clear rose sunrise
Warm, damp morning
Behind me — rustle-thump!
A coconut falls
Kris
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