Part 1 Cold told me to shed my skin, and I have obeyed. December 6: the color of leaves and life, lies in ruins! I hear few sounds. Swinging back and forth I can make out snow falling. I find I never tire of Astounding. February 12: Unable to see out and branches falling. ponder their import, and wait for more. I wonder whether like the weather without. my legs are dissolving, my body’s not mine. a faint glimpse of green |
Part 2 November 13: to dangle upside down to cease being a caterpillar Green, has vanished! I fear the future. Have any others of my kind January 4: For five days and nights The world is now white. knowing no reader An ice storm last night. Yet I hear boughs cracking Hungry for sounds miser them away March 28: I’ve felt stormy inside My mouth is reshaping, Wings are growing a red-winged blackbird’s And now I recall |