watching the wind

I sat up last night
watching the wind
blow thru the trees

Saw a cyclone
of snow turn
fluorescent
beneath streetlights
then vanish in the dark

The frozen bows and
tawny fingers scratch
at the windowpane

They have no business
to do this now
that I am blind and cold
like death

no business
breaching the buffer
of air -- sweet ether
of solitude and solace --
to haunt my mind
w/ ambiguities

Winter has confined me
in smoky city dins ---

locked me in a coffin
never to rise again

even faith in spring
cannot win trust
from mind's reason

Tho experience shall
vindicate it, as always,
again and again

The dewy meadows --
salacious valleys
of once virile youth
seem now
a distant memory
nay -- a vague theme
u n r e m e m b e r e d

like this war, waged
in a coldsweat -- w/
nocturnal hallucinations
as reason lets down
its guard

as I succumb to thee
wind blowing thru
the icy, icy trees . . .