the sky through fingers

the sky has been

filled

with clouds.

trace amounts

of snow

falls from them.

i keep looking up

waiting

for more

and what i see

is the sky

through the fingers

of trees with more patience than i.

the wise

winter trees

whose voices say

accept

that what is

is.

winter trees

all the complicated details

of the attiring and

the disattiring are completed!

a liquid moon

moves gently among

the long branches.

thus having prepared their buds

against a sure winter

the wise trees

stand sleeping in the cold.

william carlos williams