Alive and cold here, snow covers all horizontal. Windless dawndark. A great silence like a speechless child. Heat machines spark, burn and ravage flame. Pent up warmth, a leopard prowls through tin, then its fog wisps a moonwalk, vanishing, words unspoken. Slant snow too high for the tongue, glimmers-surrounds a road lamp, maintains the eye on white. Dark trees, a woolten shepherd, vertical ideas, sentinels as dark as wire, hold the nighttime, allowing the sun a faux return, so reticent and obscure, rumored at a specific hour. Watchers scrape frost-ice from shatter proof glass. A pendulum, a winter grinding sound. Maniacal whorl. Storm air from the top of the world plummets bare skin like an exquisite word choice in a forming word string, disguised as poetry. Boiled coffee, sudden, already tepid on lips fevered again from virus bred-on-wax-stick from last time. There would be mittens removed only to touch radio buttons, a tiny dancer, a gyroscope, spins warming the earth. God provides a diversion: a rogue-chested deer, his head too heavy, eyes cast down with hunger, along the road, over snowbank, his nostril vapor transcendent toward first sunlight.