Christmas in Utah

In barns turned from the wind 
The quarter-horses 
Twitch their laundered blankets. 
Three Steller’s jays, 
Crests sharp as ice, 
Bejewel the pine tree. 
Rough cold out of Idaho 
Bundles irrational tumbleweed 
The length of Main Street. 

Higher than snowpeaks, 
Shriller than the frost, 
A brazen angel blows his silent trumpet.