Our Lady Of The Snows Poem by Shannon Walker

He saw her on the prairie,
Just inches above the frozen clay,
And how the wind did buffet her
With a chill of minus 28
In a wispy and sinuous way.
The ice did hang like the dew
From her arms and each pale breast.
Yet, the grass still swayed in the moonlight
With the rising and falling of his chest.
Her eyes glistened so sweetly,
And her lips, just the faintest of red,
And he fell at her feet like a dead man
When she reached out and touched his head.
So gently, he swooned in her gaze,
And clung to her frozen thighs,
And prayed to God that He''d let him
Through her arches and into the night.
The snow then started to fall,
And he sighed at this reprieve.
He felt her hand on the back of his neck,
And they found him on his knees,
Frozen in place,
Off the side of the highway,
For all the world to see.