Les Soeurs Feu Et Soleil Escortent La Princesse Neige Au Travers Du Printemps

Les Soeurs Feu Et Soleil Escortent La Princesse Neige Au Travers Du Printemps (09)

With dawn comes a sense of lost space,
to move in
to see through
to laugh again,
fingering with grace
the moist and lurid locks
of sleeping limbs.

How long ago was Mistress Snow?
No one remembers--no one knows.
She is in hiding now, white
tears running down her cheeks
in shame.


The day is wet and grey.
I find lost hours in a stopped clock.
The winter count was light.

Medicine man names a good year.

[copyright EAC]

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