Winter in Ohio

[leiphos]

The wind freezes.
My boots surrender
to snow. The sun
performs its dull
hackneyed trick,
its vanishing act.
The moon closes its eye.
Now the night will not stop

so I beat the trees
with books. I strangle
a streetlamp until
it confesses black.
I threaten the sun back
over the sharp horizon.
The birds open their eyes
and scream.

 

[Mehm]

i really like work that addresses nature.

>>The birds open their eyes
and scream.>>

very interesting

 

[up all night]

I like it. I can't place it, but I like it.