I climbed the steep gully,
A cathedral of blue
Winter sky above me,
The sound of the hidden
Stream rilling and gurgling in my ears.
My footsteps criss-crossed
The busy pathways
Of mink and weasel—
Soft divets scooped
Where they belly slid
Down the banks,
Tracks suddenly disappearing
Into a perfect O of snow.
I paused to catch my breath
And listen to the sparse oak leaves,
At the wonderful clear silence.
How gratifying to be
In such a pure and simple landscape.
I could feel the earth slumbering
Under her coverlet of snow,
And see her graceful, full curved hip
Thrown carelessly across the valley.
Her languid, dimpled arm
Draped over the ridge,
Head resting, forehead kissing
The bank of the stream
As though peering through
Marbled ice at the
Rivulet of bubbles
Slipping along below.
And there before me
Her wide smooth rump
For a flock of glossy black crows
To perch upon.
You’re totally right — there is something sensuous about those curves … 🙂
No kidding! Thanks for reading.
It Must be time to wake up?! Please? xoxo Lovely moment.
Yeah, think she’s hit the snooze button. We’d better turn up the dance music.
What a delicious, savory mug of homemade stew, Mel…so enjoyable to stretch out in and wriggle into and snuggle down to be regaled in rilling gurgling streams and careless graceful hips thrown
Really liked this
Charissa, always love your take on my scribblings. Thanks!
What a beautiful, sensual way of looking at Mother Earth. Loved it!
Thanks for your kind words.
I so love your poetry Melissa, your expression really gives beautiful images.
So glad to be able to spark your imagination, and thanks for letting me know!
Beautiful and sensuous, Melissa. Your words capture my own experiences of wandering across snow covered landscapes. –Curt
It is an amazing experience, made all the more so because of the effort you need to put in to getting out there when it’s minus 15 degrees! T.G. for smartwool!
Lovely, sensuous, and pristine.
And just a little seductive. Thanks for reading!
I really enjoyed the closing image of the birds perching upon the sleeping mother’s bottom. Humorous yet respectful and charming. I also like the description of the winter predators belly sliding in the snow.
You’ve got to think that those mink and weasels are having a blast, sledding on their furry bellies. Would love to watch them some day.
I saw a Marten bounding through the snow down the bank of a mountain river one Winter. Beautiful creature.
You have managed to put some much-needed meat on lean Lady Winter’s bones — brilliant!
Ha! Yes, she was looking particularly fetching and Rubenesque that day. Thank you for reading, Sunshine.
Beautifully penned! … All my best wishes. Aquileana 😀
Kind words! Thank you, Aquileana.
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I don’t often visit cold places so it is interesting to read of winter at Melissa’s incredible blog.
Pearl, thank you for your continued support. Much appreciated. All the best to you. Melissa
😉 Summer is leaving but I don’t see snow on my horizon.