First Snow
by Xavier F. Aguilar
. . . before this Great War
which pulls at sheets
and mars the virgin
snow
with red footprints
of your departure.Life was different
then,
when we looked
with hope
not despair.When the first snow fell
I came to you
and felt happy.
It warmed me;
our last winter
when my laughter
rode the wind,
when your breath
fogged the bedroom window,
when our hearts
beat together.
© 2010, Xavier
F. Aguilar
