First Moment on Such a Bed

She was bigger than I thought
standing there by the circle of stones.
She faced north surrounded by the nude.
Steam was rising.
It was cold like knives.
She seemed quite composed,
really at peace with herself,
a true witch, lovely in her large bones.
From where I was I could see
clouds reflected in her eyes
and saw pictures and felt
her like a sponge.

No animals were in that wood
besides snakes asleep.
There was birch and ash
and maple.
There were asters turned
brown with white tufts.
There was brown clover
and green moss.
I would like to list all
that was there,
by square inches.

In a clearing,
in the middle of the clearing,
there was a circle of pines.
The needles were thick and brown.