January 12*

black water     cold and flat
like a vast, honed stone

          white snow
          crazed skeltering flakes
          as big as sparrows

          blanket and suffocate
          the shrunken cosmos
          of this day’s dusk

feeding the darkness.
nothing more, nothing less.

*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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snow at dusk