Snow

Second day of snow storm and major kick in my creativity.


Soft white powder
frozen to clothing,
clinging to eyelashes.

Frozen silver trail
burning a path
down a flushed cheek.

Love yearned for
so usually ignored
now a pain.

Once cold heart
later turned warm
soon became heavy.

Chilled body
huddled on itself
crying for you.


February 25, 2003