First Winter
We go back
not to begin
but because
it remains
—
She sees the snow
for the first time
reaches
as if it is arriving
for her
—
I have seen this before
or something like it
the same light
flattening the road
the same distance
closing
—
The road goes
the lake follows
the tracks fill
until nothing recalls
what was there
—
She steps forward
leaves a mark
I remember
how quickly
that happens
—
I stand behind her
and feel it again
just the way
everything settles
—
She turns
as if to show me
something new
—
I almost believe her
—
But the surface
is already holding
—
I do not say it
—
I watch
as it takes
the shape
it had before



such a deep sentiment in this. loved it :)
This is sublime. Wow!