Cold Front
and usual preamble
Preamble
Entwining the wild, sensory world of the forest with the unpredictable terrain of human intimacy.
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Cold Front
Moonlight leaves shadows on the trail.
A cloud intervention.
Rain shower squall.
Ice pellets.
Red pine needles drip water.
Limbs of maple rattle
like sheets
in a gusty wind.
White pines sway, again.
This way – that way.
Moonlight leaves shadows on the trail.
Hemlock stand like green zombies
surrounding
Waiting for….
Another cloudy intervention,
the lover
stumbling on exposed roots
and broken bracken fern.
The face of a cold shoulder
heated moments
frozen lips and
…. snowbanks in her eyes.
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Till next week
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