At The Creek

At The Creek 

Lean against me at the edge
of the creek as winter begins to
deliver the first ice crystal

Lean against me as my breath
begins to pop as you point out
a tangent of spiraled sunbeam
beginning to fall

Lean against me at the edge of
the creek as I knead your soft
skin under your parka and dream
of telling our someday brood
How their parents stood in flame
Under a cold winter star-strew
And knew all that would come to be