WINTERTIDE
it’s never too cold to snow
once a snowflake
dissolves to rain, it won’t
become neve again
in its lifetime
birch mushrooms
shelf more than their share
of schnee against
a moon-silver evening
yuki no hana falls
from a slightly
sun-struck sky,
and the tiniest flakes
create themselves
without the froth
of cloud cover
the geometry
of traffic lines
is obscured by apun:
drive where you like
the sharpest air
holds little water;
expect few crystals,
faux neige
unutsi is art
that never points
in fewer than six directions
imagine earth a single crust
blackberry pie,
your helping heavy
with whipped cream,
and nature a grandmother
mangia, mangia, she scolds
we must fatten you up
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Patricia Caspers’ manuscript Life with Fever, has been finalist for several poetry prizes, including Many Mountains Moving and Tom and Stan Wick. edits poetry for Prick of the Spindle. Her work was published most recently in Ploughshares and Storyscape. She has work forthcoming from Quiddity, Generations, Valparaiso, and Main Street Rag. Her letterpressed chapbook Dead Letters is hot off the Meridian Press.