Elemental

Elemental

Something in dirt,

wind,

damp grasses swaying

at my calves pulls me in,

and I want

to bare my skin

like a torch

at every vista,

a living conflagration

above, among,

open, a part,

driving coldness from the

autumn

air

and though, I swear

your hair's

the same blonde

as the grass,

would swear

that something fertile's

waiting

to take root,

winter's settled in---

new snow

making ashes

of our fire

and I search the hills

to bring home some

alchemy

to regain

what has become inert between

us.