SNOW POEM
(title suggested by ms. A. D'Amore of Schnecksville, PA)






If I waited for you to disappear
into the falling snow,
your back a target
for the kaleidoscopes of heaven,
your own eyes drifting from white to white to sullen shadows
calmed by the whispering sky...



If I stood in the vale
without getting cold,
feeling your presence diminish
as a ghost would a god's...



If I fell into your angel,
weary limbs and flake-dampened hair
slipping into this provisional grave
before my windsheared soul followed in collapse...



If I gave up and simply prayed
while the heavens continued
their displacement of frozen cells and souls...



then would you return?







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