oh, cold mountain

just a few blocks away…
January 8, 2014
the voice of spring
May 4, 2014
Oh, cold mountain
so proudly displaying
the snow line
on your hip bone.
You are fashioned
and adorned
with wintertime.
I watch as
sunlight encroaches
upon you
like a lover’s fingers
coming up
the back of the neck
and over the head
tenderly discovering
the soft and sharp protrusions
the landscape
of your face.
A bright sensation
as pink cascades
over you
through you
the frozen shadows.
Such quietness now.
Such perfection.
I imagine how it must feel
to be always looking out
from the vista of yourself.
Oh, cold mountain,
I know the sun
is breathing
when I see its light
revealed first
to you.
Like a signpost
in the morning
I read you
and I am ready,
I am ushered in,
to a new
and living