... father and son, winter and night...
Father and Son, Winter and Night
The black
moon-fed silhouettes
of father and son
stretching across
the snow-covered yard
rolling the body
of a snowman
between their arms
and misted breath
their boots
crunching
in the dry powder
while stars
slip off the shelves
of the sky and
get caught up
somehow
in the hands of trees
in the flakes of snow
the buttons of their coats
in the hush of their eyes.
