Tuesday, November 29, 2011
with summers soft membranes clinging still.
Limb by limb I stack the wood breathing hard.
Lady shakes her head snorting her displeasure
of the snow now falling around us. I work on
while clouds puff from my body in the misty cold.
I hear my voice echoing tinged with frost stay girl stay.
winters frost has come
wrapping us in biting cold
my voice echos ice