I’ve been waiting all day for the snow,
now I glance my window,
it arrives with a light affection
reminds me of my childhood
perhaps a memory that haunts me more than love
the delight of family,
the anticipation of a gathering,
the death of a cousin,
where in my silent fog of misunderstanding,
I watched the burial of a loved one,
while treetops echoed the reminder of snowy limbs,
the sort of day we might play,
but instead we watched a passing of life,
confusion, anger, loss, and tears were rife
on this day I watched my cousin laid into the wintry earth.
So tonight, I watch the sky again,
a quiet reminder of how our lives
are sweet in their ties to memory,
of love, of pain, of the loss all so bittersweet.
The snows are beautiful though ever so brief