Branch after branch
Slats of clear gold sunlight
and snow like fur on every branch
and every branch after branch after branch
as far as thought can reach....
I go to see if our road's been plowed.
The many small birds melt
before my boots and frosty breath.
Branch after branch, vast in its snowy hush,
the universe is as big as you think it is -
and maybe one or two trees more.