Argo
Morning's desire stretches across an early sky.
It is deep and quiet as I walk.
The river moves slowly in subdued tones
and the trees are heavy with snow.
A thousand snowflake kisses fly across the river.
I watch them advance with open eyes
and succumb without protest to their insistence.
Snow rests on my lips, my eyelashes
binds strands of my hair in icy sweetness
Wanting to lie face down in untouched splendor,
I bury my naked hands instead
and am pierced with delightful burning.
I squeeze the softness into my palms
until water running down my wrists
soaks translucent into my skin.
The wind presses itself against me.
It is familiar, flirtatious...
It hovers in coy whispers around my face
and coils around my legs.
Hidden warmth rises from the covered earth
to balance morning's cold beauty.
I stand in the silence of winter's dawning,
surrounded by brightness,
and am known by this place
in infinite, intimate ways.
