Snow falls in giant flakes of enveloping white
it would be a good day for us
to be under a blanket
warm and watching the world outside
Instead you come only in dreams
and I wake to imagine I can still
feel you with me, your scent soft
on the pillow
the hint of remembrance touch
Snow falls and coats the world anew
it would be a good day for us
to wrap up layered and laugh
at playing dogs and enchanted world
rushing back for the comfort of the couch
with hands held in lover’s clasp
and the embrace of loving eyes
but only dreams do come to me
souvenirs of another life
Snow falls like longing in abundant view
flakes of drifted chill
sui generis in solitary procession
the physics of unique precision
guiding earthwards where we should be
It would be a good day for us
