stamina

The thread of the warp is

wind winded and

Woven in woman fair folded
and Loosed in roils 

to lull the scent of lemons

to knoll the river rolls

that taste of leather.

Then the earth tremors
the bulb unlocks the frozen bed

and  marshals up a single thread
and up upon the knoll
it grows with muddy hoves and sodden sewn
while far below
the lemon river rolls
and pours into the world below.