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