Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I held your hand and
we walked in the snow
(not too far)
and looked at the moonshadows
of the pines.
We relished in the brightness
of the night,
the coldness touching our noses and cheeks,
the glittering of the ice crystals on the snow,
and the quiet pleasure of
each other.
I want for this to last
at least
I can hold it in my heart
and pull it out
for wistful pleasure
like an old photograph.