snows are approaching
winds change direction
dreams fly higher still
snow
08 December
roses carnations
all the reds in the snow
flowers for the future
flowers for the now
inspired by Mary
look north
look north
more snow on the hills
sun glints on out-tide sand
emotions need no metaphor
expectation
snow falls from an empty sky
a single tear from your cloud-blue eyes
The two grey men sitting
The two grey men sitting on the park bench
look away from one another
across the scuffled snow.
Both have hats, neither wears gloves.
Scarves are tucked into overcoats.
Their hands must be cold
and their feet too in the thin leather shoes.
Then they turn and look towards each other;
their eyes smile
and their fingers touch.
The ice-blue air is suddenly less bitter.
Tomorrow they will be here again.
let us go out
let us go out into the snow hand in hand we two
and if the snow should fall
and we should fall
and the snow should cover us
so be it
under the snow
under the snow grass
dreaming of summer sunlight
under the snow hope
root
snow drifts in white flags
lineless seamless blankness
below the surface green roots
I see you there
I see you there
in the velvet spaces
between the snow and pines
Footprints
The pairs of footprints began in parallel
Sometimes overlapping in the overnight snow
I traced them across the dips and hollows
From where I stood next to the hilltop tree
On the last ascent to the cliff edge they parted
Until they each disappeared alone
I watched and waited until the last light faded
And the snow returned and covered the tracks
simonsalento 