february fog lasting four days

hoarfrost building layer by layer

spiked hairs onto twine

lengthening spears from barb wire

needles stick into stacks on skeletal weeds

daisy head mummies wear hats of white shards

jauntily tipped at precipitous angles

sense the presence of faeries

we walk in their woods

we see as they see as we follow the lane

our big dog is sucking snow cones off cedars

his greedy mouth guzzles glistening frost

coating his throat a prelude to gin

then clouds crack wide open

pouring out sunlight

trees rain down music

chandeliers shatter and sing out like glass

they fall on our heads crash at our feet

we laugh and we laugh

what was real disappears