Rivers and Mountains Poetry

Adirondack. Winter Day

The silver shavings of clouds

Cover the dark skin of Autumn

Leaves, In a new wealth. Warm

light moves closer, into the snowy
down comforters of an old couple.

They love one another

and have loved one

another through an era.

Happy, with winter each others

opportunity to play in soft white

feather beds, to ruffle the sheets

with two snow angels... Rumpled,

romping children in the pure land.

For him, winter is to

come down from high

places, with eyes for her

bright as the winters sun.

Clearing,  the sky transforms to a lighter

blue as fire approaches the earths curve.

The rising belly and back hollows of

December form an architecture of

cloud white columns. The topography
shifting along the spine of an old Atlas,
the mountains bow, to female curvatures.
As ancient eyes view ancient works. the pages
Arching towards a center line.  The wrinkles
in time sweeping- inscribing the structure

of late winter evening snows.. Falling gently

The snow a-breast saddles, drifts into

feminine hips... rounds out the valleys.

The Mothers milk, roughly sweet,  Circles

arches of bone with a chalk of moonlight

, a calcium lightness in the bloods finale

of cycling tides. Finishing a wide circles.

enjoining line. Together and complete

Man and woman at home. At dusk,

where the sunlight is luminescent

through the frosts etched patterns

on glass, forming prisms of light

in the interior. Here an acrid-sweet
scent of pipe-smoke of aged cherry-

wood files the air with a good heat

not appearing in a summer cottage.

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Note:  Both these pages are about women, and the fact that they already have their eggs since birth.

Page 1.
The eggs in the womb
Seem to Float Immortal
As she seems to surround them.
A younger garden. A sort of gate
A hoop... Our very blood a circle.