today just for a moment I forgot which wars
we were fighting who had been shot who had been slaughtered who was
President and how much of the arctic ice cap had melted
on a
branch above me I saw a sparrow who knew no history but her own and for
the space of two breaths maybe less I lay down my bow of burning gold
and broke my arrows of desire
Memories of Snow
“Snow cover across
the nation is only at 5 percent—
the lowest since records began.” The Washington Post, December 3, 2021
quiet as breath cold on our lips as promised kisses the sun shaped it
into mounds of diamonds spires of ice ephemeral cathedrals
today
the paths we wander down burn beneath our feet the rivers are dry the
grass is gasping in the distance the mountains peaks shimmer like steel
tell me my love what dusty windborne penance will drift over us
tonight as we sleep in each other’s arms
