The December snow comes softly sliding over my nude, pearlescent body
as I throw aside my long,black fur coat.
I am the Black Orchid, hot on one side by the fire and cold on the other side as the snow caresses my skin.
I watch the sun, a giant nectarine,as it falls behind the deep purple hills, and I howl with my sister spirits,the wolves. Soon the sky is pocked by
silver stars and the night is black as tar.
My thigh high pointed boots puncture
the ground: then the footprints are swept away by the careless wind.
I have seen the world for eons and it
still delights me, and on a black,
gnarled winter tree limb, a red bird
sleeps. CAROL ANN