I am in a mythical cave,
\nwith mythical ice,
\nmy heart a mythical dove.
\nSnow clouds drift above me.
\nI am in a moonless ocean
\nof opal and ashes.
\nI am kissing November
\non its lips,
\nsharing the silver of my breath,
\nseeing life\u2019s stones
\nsmoothed by the snow.<\/p>\n
Winter is a maiden of white heat,
\na falcon with gray eyes.
\nCan I be with her one more time,
\nturn pages in the fire,
\nswallow midnight in my heart
\nand leave her again
\nfor the children of spring?
\nI do not know this mystery.
\nShe refuses one word of solace,
\nso I am invited into passion,
\nlove with a goddess,
\ntender, and cruel, and cold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am in a mythical cave, with mythical ice, my heart a mythical dove. Snow clouds drift above me. I am in a moonless ocean…<\/p>\n