WINTER WATERS

I asked her One January morning If she could wade in the shallows Of a flooded pond She answered "I'll try, RomTom"... She stood there freezing Teeth chattering so terribly that She couldn't even speak clearly... When she returned to shore She was numb And passion pink And frosty red and blue But happy too.

There is a tree with roots To withstand the winter waters. And in human roots Stronghearted sisters, daughters --  Blue angels resolutely standing, Waiting On the heart of God...   I will remember long She who removed The black clothes To wear the wine-red dress, And how we shared a salad In a graveyard by the pond... Young goddess of the dew.