Long Distance

There

Snow is falling

Sheets of white

Cover the brown roofs

And red brick walls.

The gray sky

Black streets

The dark trunks of trees

Have all conspired

To make this May day

A black and white photograph.

Here

A warm wind

Sends the young leaves spinning.

The bougainvillea

Riots in pink and orange

Against a periwinkle sky.

Clouds as thin as cobwebs

Stretch their gossamer strands

While yellow African daisies

Tip their hats to the sun.

Morning glories purple the fence

Basking in technicolor.

On the phone with you

I can feel the snowflakes

On my eyelashes.

On the phone with you

I sprinkle petals

At your feet.