snow

smoothly glazed now

with ice and moonlight

the rush of knowing

you were around the corner —

fast running stream

cars in the median

telling the story of black ice

while snow drifts on

tucked into a bush

like forgotten ornaments —

handful of sparrows

across the street neighbors

working towards each other —

shoveling snow

opening and closing

slow beat of butterfly wings —

we watch the baby breathe

last night’s full moon

on the far side of the sky —

snow so cold it squeaks

third day of your cough —

I make eggs the way you like them

with love folded in

morning mist —

for a moment, landmarks gone,

I lose who I am