Evergreens surround your house,
a fortress wall heavy with snow.
In black recesses I wade,
the snow bounds off the branches
finds bare ankles inside my boots,
my hair, a teaspoon down my collar.
I approach your home
to find windows boarded and
You are dying there,
heaving, uneven breaths,
a fortress with no treasure
and blue light reflecting
The grimy sky hovers,
its cold rolling in.
On watching Bonni.