winter a drifting black feather
mist cry of a hawk
coyote’s underbrush bark
cold light mornings
cold twilit afternoons
shivering diamonds fill cold black skies
drop a single diamond into still water
believe you understand
cause and her child
drop a hundred and see ripples
begetting and interfering until
it is impossible to count
where each strand of the net
intersects and you truly
understand that you do not understand
better to watch the frost
on the grass melt in weak sunlight
better to put on a warm jacket
Words and Feathers 
Beautifully described
Thank you, sir.
Winter diamonds shine in skies and water. Brilliant gem of a poem, Crow man.
Thanks, Double D.
Truly beautiful imagery.
Thank you, Jane.
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