POEM WITH SNOW AND SATIN

The snow descends the spiral
tendrils of the pine
easing toward the frozen earth
like a meek avalanche

And there  .  you discern through the glass
a woman
whose blouse (she wears a greatcoat)
You know is satin or blue sky silk
by the way she purses

her lips to the packets of winter dust
striking her face        her eyes
                                    striking her face

She furrows on the burdened concrete
lines of departure
follow her
           gaze to her spine
strung like a bow  .  taut with wire.