geesewalkingneonglow.jpgNot stomping I LOVE YOU in the snow


A fire dance would be more in line --

cremate fields gone winter white,


kick frozen sparks at gray-black sky.

Something angry, fierce. Slice my heart,


see stomping cannot hold. Know YOU

would never melt, useless to try.


I should have seen love moves on,

not waste time, freeze feet,


in mid-pas de deux let words I write

lie breathless, flat, deceased, iced --


though in a row, left to right.

Remember she always hated snow,


believed romance the best fiction,

was quick to pack and go.

                               Timothy Pilgrim

   (accepted by San Pedro River Review -- copyrighted Timothy Pilgrim photo-illustration: geese on frozen pond, neon glow)