Snow Angel

When we spoke

And you told me you were away

In the mountains

Up to your knees in it

I could imagine you

Flopping back and flapping

Your arms to sweep the snow

Into shapes of wings

I smiled and thought of you

Lying with me

On decking in sunlight

By Lac Leman

That first weekend

Of December

Staring into heaven

Through the last stubborn leaves

Knowing something

Had already started

That might go beyond

The thaw


CLP 11/12/2020