Above the snowline
where the tiniest event is
pregnant, having amplitude

the asceticism of snow
is spare, uncompromising.
Sun, a seldom chimera

luminous, austere
sets solemn as psalms.
Over the eroticism of hills

the snow dazes,
an ice fall is blindness
the crevasses freeze,

into muteness, a mammoth past.
Cold has its incisors
on white terraces

as snow
a pianissimo of snow

Robert James Berry

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