WINTER POEM

Who has tasted
the sensuality of snow?
Cold winds, ice-laden,
ghosting from grey woods
to wrap
and caress
bare limbs
impudently straying
from dark door mouth.
Whisper of ice-breeze
invoking memory
of shivery delight -
hushed, religious sight -
of soft mounded white
hip, and thigh, and belly curve
under bare stripped birch,
beside the stream,
beneath Orion's winking eye.


by Corby Ingold (12/10/98)

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