During a gentle afternoon snow storm,
I am still. Listening to the silence.
Letting it creep through my soul.
I shut my eyes, turn my face to the sky.
Feel nothing but the gentle caresses of the flakes
on my cheeks, my lids, my lashes.
It isn’t quite enough, I want more.
I open my mouth extend my eager tongue.
Wait for the first flake to alight. Melt.
To enjoy all of these things at once.
I can feel something arrive.
An emotion, not mine. It grows, glows into me.
I am embraced, somehow enveloped.
And my tongue catches a kiss
that melts into my heart.
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