Autumn-winter 2004
 

 

  Autumn-winter 2004

  WINTER'S SILENCE
  Barbara SOROS
 
 
From the window
of her loverís room,
a queen looks out
upon a kingdom.

A low slung
crescent moon
stands watch
through an
Arctic night.

Northern stars,
crystalline souls,
visible through
barren boughs of
ghostly trees.

Blackened mountains
stretch
a long
shadowy horizon.

She
imagines
being
awaited
in a
nuptial
bed,
and
slides
in between,
exploring
the contours
of her own
pleasure.

Arriving
she calls
her belovedís name.

It is her
wish, after all,
it is her kingdom,
to closely attend
the slopes of her
mountains, the hollows
of her valleys, the
rhythmic flow
of a brook
as it washes
stones smooth.

She is
queen
and you
her night.
She is night
and you her
stars.

She waits
not in
contentment
nor in
remorse,
but in
a strenuous
exile
reached
upon paths
of virgin snow.

Without
a court,
she must
rely
upon
fresh tracks
of
swift
fox,
coon,
rabbit,
deer
to counter
solitary
and
laborious
steps,
as they,
nightly
break
the
crust
of
a winterís
silence.


Threshold Way, Corinth, Vermont December 23rd, 2003