Light & Snow

At first nothing moves, the world endless

and unmarked, winter sprawled across the fields.

Then the sun rises across distance and intensity

is a struck match—

the day a melting of resistance, a rush

of icicles dissolving in sky’s blue cave.

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Sometimes when I walk into a room I see love

waver inside you the way a candle does when somebody

opens a window.

I want to reach out and cup the flame

until it burns steady. Instead I press my forehead

against glass and watch falling snow

slant across the darkness

like all the unsaid words.