White Craft (Poetry)

(From: The White Poems)

Transformed from a rough tumble of brown sticks
the nest perches newly-iced — untouched — pristine
as a sculpted white confection
made of sugar strands — froze-tight
to a snow-sloped crow-free branch.

All that eager quick-built jumble now disguised
to near-perfection in raw slanting light —
the touch of Winter’s neat white craft
reworked it overnight —
restored its crazy ruin.

That once-dull clutch of twigs now glitters tidy — sun-charged
                                bright
and unfamiliar to the birds who’ve taken fright
at this spangled apparition —
won’t go near — but wait
for the thaw — the brittle spell to break.