Winter Thaw (an edited re-post)

No gold complexion
warms the table
Only gray
 Its modest pall

cloaks the dawn

 as wind-song

falls away

 and through staid trees
tear- melodies
splatter the face of earth  

as she swallows 

drab snow-flake seas
in her gracious mouth
Gripping winds recoil and ponder
This dashing, splashing
gray array

surging from earth's south-east corner
perplexing winter's 

Stiff foray

Janet~