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
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