After the photograph, “Intimations of Winter II” by Zeralda La Grange


There is a harmony
                in the commingling
of light

               and dark—ghost patterns
formed on
                snow-sodden

ground.              All in stasis, here,
                broken glints

hang mid-air
                and still
                               the cypress rots.

How do we speak
              the dead-etchings
                             of grass?

This artifice,
                 in the infinitesimal,

has lost from view
                              the on/off pulse

               of blue-black wings.

The only hint
               of their affect

was held in the breath
                             of the artist

and not entrapped
in the gloss

               of this picture.