The Twist Poem by gordon nosworthy

deep in the woods
where silent eagles float
snow mounds round the windows
masses against the front steps
builds on slightly dark awkward tree branches
catches lazy falling flakes in peaks

the dark hooded hunter watches
aware of the video perfect architecture
as much in the scene as the scene is in her
as in the seeing as the seeing is in her
while snow accumulates gently on her hood
as the snow uses the hood to accumulate
as the hood finds itself covering while itself being covered

how beautiful is all this
sublime as in inspiring awe
while awe uses sublime to be inspired
as beauty accumulates inspiration
existing in a world of things
which use the world to exist

which came first
the thing or the experience of the thing
how beautiful is the relationship
to create soft winter snow in accumulations
within the fog the white air and green boughs
to ripple the form of deep in the woods
placing the spectator in her own spectacle