Sunday, November 30, 2008

The Killing Snow

The killing snow
Fell softly
Delicate through the sky
I laughed
Blinking my eyes
In the bright whiteness
This was love
I thought
Falling from heaven
And I devoured it with my senses
Sweet perfect snow
Lifting my heart upward
As it drifted to the ground
This love is not cumbersome
I thought
Slowly growing numb
Loves virgin birth on a winter’s night
Shivering, I thought
And I’m still smiling
Frozen dead
And covered white

1 comment:

Lulablue said...

This made me think of fragile snow falling. The heaviness of snow is always a surprise, when flake by flake it seems so innocent. Love is like that. @lulablue