'snow, My Beloved'

I walk in the empty park where winter twilight is dense and full and the sky falls to a shadow as trees and ground blend ebbing into vagueness . . . The path is wet under my feet and little frills of ice adorn things crystalline and frosty and filigree then suddenly air is full of snowflakes so enchanting and beautiful snow has come to be my beloved . . . I am left breathless with snow floating among the trees and I feel snow's sweet touch on my hair and on my cheek with no sound except his silent kiss I stand still in his loving embrace . . . All my world is quiet and tranquil Except my beloved whispering snow Drifting, floating, hovering about me I whisper, "I love you" But I know in my heart he will go And be but a memory lost . . . __________________________ November 24, 2012 Poetry/Free Verse/Snow, My Beloved Copyright Protected, ID 11-4381-79-24 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France