Against the cold
Against her chest
Where he could easily
Reach her breast
He snuggled in
Rested his chest
Against her heart
Which she loved
He snuggled in
Rested his chest
Against her heart
Which she loved
I lean into the attacking wind
Hold the camera steady
As the battalion of clouds
Advance, malice intended
It’s what drew me
What pleased
My mind’s eye
Said, “There’s something there”
Click
Click
Click
I suppose that is the way
Of rainforest life
I hanker for the sun
Complain about the wet
But it exhausts me
when the sun stays too long
I watched it pucker and peel
In successive seasons
Of wet, then cold, then wet again, then heat
Since decades past
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be