POEM: The Melting Snow

The expansive white
Wrapped in tender arms
Of angled sunlight
Leaves me uncertain,
Undeterred by want,
Love remains hardened
Like the remains of
The last Winter snow
Sullied by road salt;
Unanimated
Object, like road kill –
This pile of Love –
Exhausted – from which
Nothing more can grow –
Given everything
for a kind of faith.

What is lost has shot skyward and soars;
While I, the Melting Snow, remain yours.

M C Biegner
3/2005