Snowy Mounds

Skis slide deep into silken white
shhhwumpf…shhhwumpf
shhhwumpf…shhhwumpf
Woolen cap
 over ears,
labored exhales,

swishing appendages muffle 
forest sounds

I stop. Pull off my hat, 
let my breathing subside,
skis still, heart settle until...I hear 
spring snow clatter on soft blue fleece,
meltwater trickle through rocks 
glazed in icy translucence,

Chickadee songs punctuate
 the stillness, 
their tiny acrobatics hyperactive
against the white calm

All around me snowy mounds hush
last year’s growth
Trees and brush transformed into 
hips and backs,

breasts and buttocks entwined...
rebuilding for Spring

Lying down, 
fully outstretched

I press into their sensual curves
Snowflakes pile up on eyelids, 
belly, and limbs, mounding me 
into white expanse
I imagine resting there until 
the snows melt...

But deep cold penetrates
I rise to go,
my imaginings short-lived
Squatting, I leave my
scent then glide away 
into muffled reality 
of human exertion

Randi de Santa Anna - March 1997
revised January 2015

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