Another Winter Poem Poem by Jack Buck

it is best at night with the snow coming down
to walk through the wide empty streets
or to stay right where we are
just on the other side of all that cold
like migration being an effect of winter, not all birds leave

when you can't remember when it wasn't
with the life you wanted

its effect from the greater distance
and with everything quiet that can't happen in summer
it's worth being cold for that
is it snowing where you are
losing track of days