Valleys

Old man winter
Blows snows' brooms
Sweeping apparitions
Over Pine 's ribs
spirits escape
In gusts of ice-
They exhale ; make
Music against valleys
Belly.
Old man winter
Can tell the dancer
From the dance.
This night sky
Lusts -
A Release of its snowflakes
This dancer -
In the midst
Of  winter's bows-
 The ballet :
Of season.