In Farewell to 2020
The mountains are covered with salt,
Withering the conifer,
Sealing up crevasse and fault,
Petrifying deer femur.
Ragged peaks are crystallized,
Great rhomboids of quartz and calcite —
The imperfect reimagined right,
Its sterility realized.
I ask you, what then is to come,
Or is this all, the obvious end?
Blink! Don’t confuse all with a sum
Of the tatters we cannot mend.
Silently it falls, the slow,
Inexorable, failing snow.
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