Pungent fresh-pine scented breezes
Slither between boughs of cedar,
Leaving frigid kisses to ride
Fragrant laurel chilled by winter
Slivers of January light
Bounce off the frosty-forest floor,
Brittle stems of wild azalea
Wait pregnant one trimester more.
Armies of crisp-brown leaves parade
Over crystallized chartreuse-moss
Where tendrils of life hold on fast
So the highland suffers no loss.
Icicle slopes of emery
Weeping frozen stalactite tears
Remember the summer soul mates
Still passionate despite their years.
Somewhere lost in cold reverie
She waits for the lovers’ return
A mountain cloaked in loneliness
Decomposes when left to yearn.
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