Outweighing the Chill

Hushed in a fugue of Alpaca wool and rising resin he sits on a stump the relic legs of a mighty giant hewn beneath the axeman's blade its ageless corpse decays sending up those honey notes a whispering viola song he stretches a bare arm from the wool mist reaches out, caresses a violet newly woken from the mud offers with a tender touch some juxtaposed thanks then plucks lifts it up between two pages shuts the book violet pressed by poetry he breathes a sigh contended cloud billows long and white mingling with the soily musk There's rose on his cheeks love in his chest; the warmth outweighs the chill