High up the mountain, above the timberline
The snowstorm hit like a sudden fist
From a white-gloved girl
Clothed in sky-blue crinoline
She knocked us back
To the hiss and spit of sulfur fumaroles
We burned and we froze –
The frost and flame of a comic hell
Stupefied,
As eye and mind conspired,
We nodded between yuletide mirage
And summer dream
No sense faulting the girl –
She sports with fools
Above the stars play at swords
As snow drifts and wind moans
High up the mountain...
