Vapored breath
met breeze that
rouged my cheeks
a scarlet red.
Crunching underfoot,
I rest myself on
rough hewn post.
Gazing off into
a deep blue realm
that goes past
the shuttered eye,
clouds float by
mimicking
the white that lay
underfoot.
A Douglas fir
taunted by gusts
shakes its winter coat
like a dog
shedding water.
Crystal branches
reach for sunlight
like tiny fingers
grasping a hand.
Heavy limbs-
top heavy maidens
threaten to snap
and pop what
girders beneath.
Taking gloved finger
I lightly trace
initials in powdery snow
and those of a love...
a wind blows it away
like the sands of time
but lingers in my memory.

© Phyllis Johnson

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