Splatters of Poetry

[first snow will come to the hollow places]

first snow will come to the hollow places
always to the hollow places
or the tips of the eyelash
the softer sides of a cheek
delightful, flirtatious
and white

though now less white than once

and her end will be the same
year after year
old lady winter cold on fence posts
reduced to salt stains
finding no warm breath left
on lips turned already blue.

posted by Erin @ 7:55 AM