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)