surveying every forecast
for subtle snowflakes
amidst the freezing rain
and zero temperatures
I have fished out
my woollen gloves,
stowed away much like
the memories they hold,
your hands-warming mine
I carefully unfold each piece
of winter wear,
each layer I pull on,
Is one you lovingly removed
I am ready for the snow,
and I know,
I will recognise your footprints
at my door
In the brisk night air,
I watched the moths shimmer
beneath the street lights,
I saw my breath hang in the air
as I whispered your name
And I thought I saw a
fleck of snow, but no......
2013 © LH
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