the morning has grown
snow
quite & white
it stretches
in front of our house
untouched by human
hand or foot.
The morning yawns
as a robin clears its throat.
I take the shovel
set to work.
"I..."
I shovel.
'LOVE..."
( hot under the collar now ).
"YOU!"
( complete with exclamation mark ).
I salt the words
to make them stay
hope there's no more snow
that day.
You awake to find
it's snowed words
'I LOVE YOU!'
the lawn says.
"Written by the finger of God!"
I by now
back in bed.
The robin singing in
the "O" of you.
Slowly slowly the snow
fills the words up.
Now in summer
"I still see them!"
you tell me
"...wondrous as the first time!"
Words written a winter ago
still visible even in this heat.
Mais ici..ici...les neiges d'antan!