THE POETRY OF THE SNOWS

I looked at your cover
And I remember telling you
How I admired....
How I desired......
Your book
I inhaled your pages one by one
As long as the winter fire did run
But you
You were the poetry of the snows
And with the melt
The fire was dealt
A dousing blow
The winter fire
It erupted
In its waning throes
And devoured your pages
Until they were left
No more
With the cleaning of the spring
The winter ashes
Wiped out from my world
Leaving me the summer heat
To explore......
Could I have yesterday once more! 

MS