“Road to Giverny in Winter” by Claude Monet
ice forms in slim wombs
subterranean
temporal passages
crystal with seasons
swell yesterday’s thaw
pushing upthrusting
seriate ripples
embellishing pavements
men laid with a matrix
of dreamstuff
an undulant shapely
cascade leading
either away from
or back to a time and
a place that have
finished themselves
bygone eras completed
now covered by distance
with ribbons of roads
ever lengthening
reaching to span
two opposing horizons
conflicting emotions
of sunrise and sunset
the alpha omega points
true destinations
for traffic compelled
by alternative passions
indifferent to time
From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)