Darkened running pools in the distant shadow
elude my seeing.
Ice and snow caress the slippery, wet ray of gloomy morning bright.
Waiting brushes past brittle buds
Waiting flickers across my face
Waiting breathes in easy hesitation;
a continental meeting of moon and mountain stirs beneath the pale orange fading,
far from now and near to whenever I choose to raise my gaze
toward blue and white wonder.