Winterchill
morning hoarfrost and
early caresses from your
mantle of spider-web symmetry,
protection for dormant limbs
within –
cheek to cheek we admire
the gentleness
of Autumn’s blanket as
splayed limbs droop with their
frozen strength and
creeping mist searches with tired eyes,
togetherness a beacon as
the river bumps along…our warmth
glowing in the slumber of
these woods, your gentle kiss
upon my lips…
© Richard L. Provencher 1989
first Published Autumn 1989
Volume III Number 2
Zymergy Literary Review
Montreal, Quebec
ISSN 0835 - 0264
