OEM or...?

Green lilac buds appear that won't survive
Only a fox whose den I cannot find.
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
In search of brighter green to come. No way!
Dim, and die tonight?
What can we know of whatever picture-plane
By the design of our own silent eyes
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Reshaping magnified, each risen flake
She stretches a hand toward the toothy sleeper
Summer bees were saying
Stunned in their voiceless way to be alive
The bees are buzzing,
XII. The Mystery of the Missing Ships: The Franklin Search
on their own little seat cushions, wearing soft caps
I do not betray you, I still go forward,
I seek, above all, in the wandering
Wheel tracks entrench themselves in snow, yet painted