A Thousand Syllables - Bibio

I saw your handprint in the snow on the gate to the churchyard

I followed your footprints on the path

Under the yew I saw a frozen dewdrop spider’s web

And percolating through the boughs and branches:

A thousand syllables of silver bird song

Through the blankets of the falling snow

Like a single zero on a blank page

I saw a wreath upon your grave