Snow chalks borders, the acres from <br /> Blacks and browns with the sun's new turnings <br /> See, that side of the mountain's tanned <br /> This side dark as the ace of spiders. <br /> <br /> We joked in bed with the early spring, <br /> Our cabin winked at the peaks' best snowbanks, <br /> We found hope with the horned sheep's noon, <br /> And we learned love from the flesh of winter.<br /><br />John King-Farlow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honeymoon-in-high-places/
