March Grey Bodes Winter's Last Storm, to a Student's Notice

Frost-breath blood-dread below exhaling

Into a greyness in the short distance
Which begins to form
A nimbus barely permitting

--To congeal in eye-waters
--As hard frozen husks
--Spread out from a central pupil

This soup, and immersed in it
Cube-lines lapping the surface
Of clay-lumps dully protruding,

While like a god dangling down
To scoop empiric remnants
From the existent scum

Rain-black cloud-bank above impaling.