winterpale

the rain had just fled
as she had arrived
with her words already flowing thickly
one more sound in daylights tapestry of noises
a lawnmower churns out the green scents of grass
a child's laugh/cry announces the depths of his delight
a high fast jetliner's escapes to friendly skies
from a buick's backseat it all is so intensely beautiful to the mind
it all tastes so richly of summer

the faded black and white photograph
of her sitting on the fields dark edge
her winterpale skin brightly capturing the sun
her flow of thoughts written on her alabaster face
stirs image of dark woods
cloaked in the rapture of
snowbound night
a silence of worlds grips the frozen air
far off something moves
shifting dark shape against the universal white
it ceases its flight
and the night once more slowly sinks
back down to the narrow perception
of her immediate presence
her hair flowing over her shoulder
a lush thick brown shield against the worlds gaze
as fingers explore the nape of her neck
and gives an utterance of tears she draws from her supplicant

the grainy photograph
lays on the bench by the open window
sunlight walks on its still-life waters
a meadow lush green with
the close air of high summer
a single thrush in mid-flight
the leaning trailer encroached on all sides
by high grass
the dull grey wood weatherbeaten panels of its shelter
show the passage of times breath
in the photograph she is warm and scented
with her faux fur lined hood
my cheek brushes up against that soft pelt
and my mind rushes with thousands of intensity's
i am in love with even the essence of her jacket
the touch of her glove
i am a cabin in her woods
at the edge of winterbound field in afterimage of high summers song

high summers eve
and the stillness of the field
underscored by the last birdsong of day
captures and holds its collective breath
as the image of her as it should have been
stirs the tall grass with her imagined passage
and with her winterpale smile
bids a fading fare thee well
like a memory
written in ink on a buick's backseat
rushing through the winterlong night