Inner Woman Volume 2

My neck arched back

in rainbow mist

the top obscured

in prism sparkle

The granite gleamed

boulders slick

shivers crept

up my neck

I was but ten

I couldn’t stay

there was no way

Winter frozen

Ice crystal heaven

blue ice shadows

on cross country skis

Shivers crept

through my body

brought home the wonder

of nature’s power

as Big Horn’s battle

with booming clatter

In spring, ice floes

rush the bridge, blocks

drop as break up shakes

prisms free and sunshine

pierces me

Shivers shake me

once again