Within Her Eyes

Obliging black arms, their crooked fingers cut freezing as they reach for winter greys, blues of sky, untouchable. Shaking, bending. Mulish winds sweep lands- violence loved, admired. They are framed within my eyes green as last summer's carpeting, where the trees were rooted. Embroidered. Weaving native life. Earth milled, the purest white hush to lull. Charming. Dreamlike. Persistent as memories.