Purgatory Falls, NH. January 19, 2007.
Ice crawls glistening through and through
still, stilling, stilled the gushing brook
And she paints diamonds
on every tender twig
Her brush the touch of her long, windy hair
Her paint a breath of frost from her lips
Sting!
The life into still, stilling, stilled
I caught a glimpse, I saw her stare
then bound like a deer away away
Her crystal eyes, her windy hair,
shimmering into snowflakes behind
And the trees lean listening, tall and cruel
who am I to enter here?
In a flurry of sky, my footsteps erased
And I scurry like a mouse away away
Slip
Through a warm wooden door
Inside, her message on my windows,
Diamonds dancing, chill, chilling, chilled
