I walk my shining sheet of sleet snow and ice through rising oblique sun
to drive and plow out parking, streetside by snowpack badlands, standing
to clear extra ice off the car, just so I can feel it-- brittle, smooth, wet and cold, melting my carefree grip,
cracking and clattering to the curb. Gems scatter through spiking sun
in Winter glinting and glaring, harshly daring-- supreme
in transient, unbending glory.




© G.Cassel 2004