Clear on my snow-screen vision of the abnormal
And hesitated in the all-way disintegration
And stared at me. And for some lasting seconds
I could think the deer were waiting for me
To remember the password and sign
That the curtain had blown aside for a moment
And there where the trees were no longer trees, nor the road a road
The deer had come for me.
Then they ducked through the hedge, and upright they rode their legs
Away downhill over a snow-lonely field
Towards tree dark - finally
Seeming to eddy and glide and fly away up
Into the boil of big flakes.
The snow took them and soon their nearby hoofprints as well
Revising its dawn inspiration
Back to the ordinary
The ‘boil of big flakes’ is another unexpected description —the juxtaposition of ‘boil’ and snowflakes is apt in the depiction of turbulence, but a contradiction. Snow doesn’t usually boil.
Roe-Deer