Beneath an ice-glistened foresty canopy
Wet black tree trunks surrounded by
Burnt-yellow grassy fields
And the swans still swimming
Past November warnings.
Because I don’t know the names of
Complicated colors, I can’t tell you how I feel.
Pink-green fields in January
Sixteen deep red roses on her birthday.
Almost-men smoking sweet brown cigars
Outside in the dark winter rain.