Snow
is a mixed blessing; fun for kids and skiers, treacherous on untreated roads. Life , too,
can be a mixed blessing, fun and treacherous at the same time…
SNOWFALL
It
snowed that December Day,
(I
remember it well);
precious
moments, frozen in time
(wasted
on braving it out)
All
smiles, jokes and laughter
(camouflage
for pain))
among
ashes heaped like snowflakes
on
a once-upon-a-love-affair
We
shook hands, shared a hug
(as
old friends might);
snowflakes
like kisses on our cheeks
(life’s
heat fast turning cold)
We’d
agreed needs must we part
(where
first we’d met)
a
shutting down of blinds on sunshine
as
snowfall to any hint of spring
As
you turned and walked away
I
glimpsed tears falling;
for
you, for me, for us, I’d ask myself?
No
answers, only more snow…
For
years, I’d put on a happy face
(if
always hurting inside)
until
a day a sparrow called me O-U-T
and
I (finally) dropped the act
Yesterday,
the first snow of winter
left
me vividly recalling
that
other snowfall, and two gay lovers
scared
to come in from the cold
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2017
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