Monday, March 19, 2007

POEM - Snow Fields

Snow-fields splayed in rounded white are
Inviting - not nearly as desolate as they seem
At first glance. Reclining, they motion to me
To explore, to leave tracks, to break the stillness
With the beating of a human heart so
Soft in the middle of all that ice. Love has drifted
In me every bit as tall and sloped as the snow
Reposed against fences and rusted barbed wire.

Snow-fields invite me in with gleeful eyes.
How can it be that I have never walked them?

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