Back Country

I bring in the axe, the rake,
the firewood
it was in Big Bear country
a shack and a few trees
felt like it was afloat
in the heavy fog
I pull out your blouse
warm my freezing hands
     on your breasts
you laugh and then shudder
peeling garlic by the  
     hot iron stove
we lean
against each other
stew simmering on the fire
as it grows dark
     drinking wine.
 
©November 3, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton