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.
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