Desire Of Snow Poem by R. H. Peat

Desire Of Snow

I am three legged and cloaked in black
when the hills slump into smooth heaps.

Adrift in a muffled babble of snowflakes,
afloat in that far moment's closeness,

a tongued swiftness that leaves rounded
banks about the thorny, barren holly.

Without newsprint, I have no dreams
in this sluggish park's empty sleekness.

In the slow wind I hear her lint cotton-
voice call from a fallen snowy shawl

whittling at the whiteness of my bones.
Cold timeless fingers upon feverish skin,

when the blow stops, embedded branch,
it is her silence that timidly speaks to me.

A mound of quilts blankets her curved
forms; she murmurs to me about what

is hidden, what is to be calmly addressed,
what will come with a melting touch.

It is only my lame footprints that are
left imprinted, limp in her soft flesh.


Notes:
© R.H. Peat — 10/20/98
Form/ Ekphrasis stanzas: free verse/10 couplets - 20 lines F
Metaphor: snow being death or his dead wife speaking.
Published: 5 - 8- 2021 Eber& Wein Publishing, Vol.1
'Best Poets of 2021.' Pg 77