2/24 (2022)
Silent the snow
this morning, like ash
the flakes sift down—
& juncos pecking seed
under last summer’s
sunflowers
this strange cuneiform—
tracks of sparrows
in the snow—
like jets with swept back
wings. I seem to glimpse
the eastern edge
of Kharkiev,
bare rafters
of an orphanage
—Marc Hudson,
from Phenologies