smokerings

afternoon sky;
pink porcelain and
blue marble
held beneath a pale opal shimmer
this flushed strawberry sun
glowing, softly behind
this hazy veil of winter.

clear morning ice;
the air, sharp, like something metallic
glittering, beads of white fire on the grass
one distant, cold, rimless disc in the sky.
sharper, bluer, a world underwater;
like blue glass, like steel blades
another teethsucking dawn,
another
skinprickling day.