∴ wisting snow-wanderer
whip-bent in the cold, the truth
wrapped in helix sunlight—
gale’s fingers pull at the hearth-throat
igniting my fire-tear spine
dripping swete
by her eunoia ambrosial mead

withered sun-chaser
bramble-drummer in brittle soil
you carry the weight of the twist-tree
the old ember-tale of
shimmer-fingers breaking the gaze—
pushing through this gelid winter’s squall ∴

Harry Lauder's walking stick (Corylus avellana 'Contorta) b&w
Harry Lauder’s walking stick (Corylus avellana ‘Contorta’)—my pre-storm inspiration for the poem, photographed on January 3, ’25. Unfortunately, this tree isn’t nearby, so I haven’t yet had the chance to return and capture an image with the snow covering it.

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