después de la tormenta, like the afterglow

2/15/06

the snow-filled sky casts
an eerie
light
degrees of gray about the night

contrast
glow and
whisper through the
windows

highlighting the silent trees a-scream
clawing
straining

and the light of the now
is a
complement
to the unspoken slippery road,
shiny ice on black

that I slid down thrice tonight
as I laughed!
at my general
slippery misfortune
charcoal-colored, pencil-shaded, cold as death on
winter lips