A snow eclipse is upon us

Ferries of fairies carrying windswept

Lush in cradles of frosted baby's breath,

It blurs the skyline, waters the horizon

And sweetens the stratosphere in silver

Rays of steel. Violet embraces, snowmen

Wrapped in hand-knit scarves and

perforated with baby carrot sticks,

A splash of luminescent laughter,

A scarce lifetime affixed––

A scrape of overturned slush,

Pinky fingers intertwined as

Symbols of eternal love

They show me how to move on

In the way tears hurt but glimmer

And clouds, patiently, wane and fawn. 

They show me how to wait for dawn.