Spiralline frost wires
Decorate the frozen front
Steps, recall henna tracery
Hand and wrist
At a summer fayre stall.
Silver frost arabesque fantails
Varietal, climb glass
Car windows.
Alone, the mind,
Its own attendant thrall,
Surveys the snowy street,
Fretted branch, blank sky,
Fugitive of winter's day.
The breath is innocent.
The body, weighted, shoves
On along the rimey crust
Of pavement ice. Arms awave
Forestall that slipping step.
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