IMPROVISATION #322
OF ALL THE MOONS

Of all the moons
full or half
even what veils
the pale rings of sky
hearing that a fawn
or brown bear were here
leaving footprints
in the crossed shadows
by whitened branches
where soon birds of spring
will nest by New Hampshire's
back roads of the hinterland
amid the thicket
from a few chances of snow
in this forest clearing
as a skier in an overcoat tells
us he was nearly lost
down here at dawn
in a winter avalanche.