Thin blankets of frayed shore fog
evaporate from the stiffening ground.

Overnight, dune grass and blackened beach geranium
disappear beneath glistening ice.

I slice hot cookies from glowing aluminum,
watch snow flurries wrinkle bleached, destroyed lawns.

A strange snow powders Mount Toro
and the blue hills beyond.

Frantic sparrows, drunk on fermented pyracantha,
fling ragged bodies against frosted windows, wanting inside.