Part of the Daily Poem series.
11.9.13
In the forest, the ice tendrils were climbing
down from the spruce line into the maple
hardwood forest
and the snow sheathed itself well
into the granite
in the dusk and
I felt your energy in the forest all around me
and the tableau of dreams that preceded the day;
I brushed balsam fir & remembered
the organic nature of your kiss —
I could feel your pulse in the frozen lichens and
the rocky outcroppings and ice spears
and snow blossoms that together sang
kyrie eleison