March Snow

March Snow


If this were the beginning of a poem,
She would call it the silence of snow.
If she hadn’t been so alone,
If she hadn’t been so tired,
If she’d paid a bit more attention
To the snowflakes
Swirling out of the sky like hope;
She might have realized
That she was traveling straight into a blizzard.

She might have seen at the start
That she was setting out on a journey
That would change her life forever
And she could have chosen to turn back.
But the thought didn’t even cross her mind.
She lost herself to the light,
In the snowflakes whirling
More wildly in the wind,
And she didn’t see the danger of her future,
But only the promise
Pointing to the way back to the happiness
And purity she had once known as a child."

Cleansed by memories of innocence,
She succumbed to optimism
And dared to believe herself
At home in the world.
In the middle of the night,
Before getting into bed,
She padded across the room in her nightgown,
And parted the curtain,
And watched the thick, heavy snowflakes
Falling without end into the water.

The sight spoke of a strange
And powerful loneliness.
It was as if she were in a place
The whole world had forgotten,
As if it were snowing
At the end of the world.

November Snow

November Snow

Placing the blade to my bared neck aroused you
And brought you closer
As your pounding, broken breath
Humbled my heart to your need

It’s snowing today
And I can never forget
That once it was spring
And you
And a garden in the woods nearby

I watch nature change it’s pace
Knowing you have left
To repeat your dreams
For someone new

Rising to cross the cold bare floor
Watching the waves through frosted glass
I see a large ship return from the sea
I see a dog strain on his leash to get away

Who were you?
Where have you been?
Suspended in this weightless wind
Watching whipped crystals hit my door
From this platform in the snow

You smelled of miracles
With your long distanced whispers
I loved your intelligence.
I loved your laughter.


I will never tremble beneath you again
My feet won’t fly to the door
I watch the wind and snow
And see my dream of love blowing by.