In the first mist, fog, and frost.
In a sea amongst the stillness
In this petrified forest everything
Posed waiting further instruction.
“Do not do. Do not do.”
He muses on Plath – As if these
two words are the key – The frost
and fog reveal all you need to see
The dulling smell of last night’s bonfire;
resplendent of all rites – of – passage
seeing the whole in this gilded frame
there is no res en deter after the first frost