sober snow

There is darkness

some afternoons

as the sun begins to blink

back behind the shoulders 

of the black mountain.

It calls to me, 

this darkness licks my ankles

Sweetheart,

come to the tip

of the slippery top step,

let's teeter and test

the density of emptiness

falling underground.

 

Then there is the light

singing from the soft curves of snow.

I am having a love affair

with God. 

The sweet honey of belonging.

Remembering.

She says

Dear child

you are loved. We are

always breathing.

Step into the snow

of the sacred season.

We will thaw together

into spring. 

 

I have never loved the winter

quite as fully 

as I now love

this sober snow.