four seasons ...

four seasons ... she wanders through the forest in her wedding dress of snowy frost and enters by a side door where she knows he will be waiting and as she crosses the threshold she wrings the cold from her hair leaving snowdrop petals of ice on the carpet and she stands there in front of his clenched fists that slowly open like dogwood and his long fingers begin to peel away the layers of her frozen life until at last she stands naked before him waiting with a slight shiver as his eyes map the topography of her body the hills and the valleys the crags and the crevices of her warming flesh until at last he seems content if not surprised and he covers her with a blanket of soft foliage and greenery from the meadow bathing her at last in the warmth of his embrace even as the crows scatter past the barren stalks of corn and colourful leaves fill the sky Copyright © Kennedy James, 2015. All rights reserved.