Moon of Popping Trees

How cold

How cold is your heart

In the moon

Of popping trees

Entrapped in bitter

Tendrils of ice

And snow

Crystalline flakes

That melt

With each smile

And refection

From your beautiful

Mysterious coyote eyes

As cottonwoods

Shatter and break

In the winter snows

And frost fields

That buffaloes trample

In a silent stampede