Sparse Music by Sharon Chmielarz For the marriage of moon to clouds, wind came with a broken arm. Clouds were high and thin, two-fingered, frost and cold. Sky hid its face behind their doubts. For the ceremony the grass wore brown and dun, a costume more like an end. Snow had yet to arrive, had not covered the ground with its feathery trains. © 2003 by Sharon Chmielarz. All rights reserved. Home