Snow chalks borders, the acres from
Blacks and browns with the sun's new turnings
See, that side of the mountain's tanned
This side dark as the ace of spiders.

We joked in bed with the early spring,
Our cabin winked at the peaks' best snowbanks,
We found hope with the horned sheep's noon,
And we learned love from the flesh of winter.

John King-Farlow

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honeymoon-in-high-places/