Old bum lying
face up in
the bitter frost,
mouth agape,
where icicles of drool
hang heavy.
Eyes frozen shut,
passed out in
an alleyway,
oblivious to below
zero temps,
now he is
snow more.
Her warm tears
mixed to melt
the flakes that fell,
as she gazed up
into the eyes of
the man she loved.
Sweet kisses blended
with iced crystals
marked his farewell,
as he boarded that
flight to duties
in Afghanistan.
They buried him
11 months later
in a frigid plot,
as white rose petals
mingled with
January flurries.
She stood and stared
out sadly between
the falling specks,
while accepting
a folded coffin flag
and murmured regrets.
The teenaged girl
squatted over the
heavy drifts of white,
As unwanted life
was expelled into
its cold grasp.
Muffling her gasps
of pain into her
wool coat sleeve,
and severing all ties
with her mother’s
pinking shears,
as the newborn infant
shrinks into a fetal curl
that will become a
tragic ball of snow.
Eventually the infant’s
whimpering stopped
long after she had
staggered away
leaving bloody footprints
in a crimson trail.
Snow can be beautiful
picturesque and pure
sparkling like diamonds
in the Winter sun,
but it also has
a crueler side,
devouring all hopes
and dreams beneath
unforgiving depths.
“The snow doesn’t
give a soft white damn
whom it touches.” quote by e.e. cummings
