I open the gate to the park
Winter twilight is dense and full
The sky falls to a shadow
And trees and ground blend
Ebbing into vagueness . . .
The path is wet under my feet
Little frills of ice adorn things
Crystalline and frosty
Suddenly full of snowflakes
Enchanting and beautiful . . .
I am left breathless
Snow floating amongst the trees
I can feel his sweet touch
On my hair, on my cheek
No sound except his silence
I stand still in his 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