As I recall
we watched together,
turning off
the upstairs light
we huddled by our
landing window.
bundled
under burgundy
We stared across
the road, toward
that solitary
street lamp
both silenced,
by the wonder
of it all...
So when
the first flakes fall
I become that child,
once more,
my face behind
the curtain
forehead pressed
to freezing glass,
being careful
with the breathing..
living only
for the quiet snow
some part of me
expecting you
to be here