*The falling snowflakes
cover the birdbath.
White and pure now
the winter torrid garden.
Gifted with the renewal
of a state of grace.
Like a confessed soul.
The red candles flicker
and glow in my window.
Lighting the falling snowflakes
a kaleidoscope in motion.
Empty now your chair
your pipe still unmoved.
Remember how we loved
the first snowfall my love.?
Walking feeling the crunch
like glass shards
.beneath our winter boots.
The gift of the full bright moon
beaming on the boughs.
Creating daylight at nighttime.
All the pathways in
your beloved garden
,Are filled with fresh snow.
An even layer of purest white
filling all the voids
in the backyard.
Just as you once
filled all of mine.*
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
*The falling snowflakes
cover the birdbath.
White and pure now
the winter torrid garden.
Gifted with the renewal
of a state of grace.
Like a confessed soul.
The red candles flicker
and glow in my window.
Lighting the falling snowflakes
a kaleidoscope in motion.
Empty now your chair
your pipe still unmoved.
Remember how we loved
the first snowfall my love.?
Walking feeling the crunch
like glass shards
.beneath our winter boots.
The gift of the full bright moon
beaming on the boughs.
Creating daylight at nighttime.
All the pathways in
your beloved garden
,Are filled with fresh snow.
An even layer of purest white
filling all the voids
in the backyard.
Just as you once
filled all of mine.*