Al Que Quiere!/Winter Quiet

by William Carlos Williams

 

Limb to limb, mouth to mouth
with the bleached grass
silver mist lies upon the back yards
among the outhouses.
                     The dwarf trees
pirouette awkwardly to it—
whirling round on one toe;
the big tree smiles and glances
                                upward!
Tense with suppressed excitement
the fences watch where the ground
has humped an aching shoulder for
                                  the ecstasy.