A Snow Poem for Pamela


I saw your eyes in the lift-line today 
crisp, just below freezing, words 
caught in the treetops 
blue sky and the hoar-frost line lifting to an incoming fog 
there's more 
later you're a mother breastfeeding in the lodge 
the hill very white 
and your eyes looking through the winter air 
all over me these words 
with only your smile 
eternal events 

A Snow Poem for Pamela
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