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