All I Know

Helvetian willows Weep into the dirty yellow snow. The hazy sun casts silver glaze, pure, pale icing, bleak side of winter. I walk there, alone, a cinema for my thoughts and pain, unraveling with each step. The interplay of nature and love, support my fall into the eternal great unknown. A rich life of shadows, thinly framed with hope, cushions the blow that comes, like the wind and icy snow, that is all I know. Those willows That weep, remind me that they once danced too, like our love, before the alpine cold, shut them down. That is all I know.