Snowpowder*

Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair I reach for her, but she’s not there. Her soft golden hair, no longer by my side, her emerald eyes, that for me were blind. Deep pools of green, I can’t deny. Her skis are gone, the track is fresh, the first ripples of pain, stir beneath my breast. From this moment forth, I’ll know no rest. A single tear lies upon my cheek A silver pear; a glistening streak My heart is broken, I cannot speak. I can see her face within the mist still see her smile that from enjoyment grew still see the pleasure within her eyes, that I once knew. I can see the movement of her lips those tender lips when she spoke to me the feel of them that set me free. I hear her laughter on the wind a honey sweet voice like morning dew. So clear and still hanging on the breeze it stirs my heart, sucks forth my breath. Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair Desperation, Grief, Despair. A silent cry an inward tear a choked-up so bursting from within a heart-reaching moan that split the air. My hand she took in a last embrace with a parting kiss she sealed my fate my body rocks, now convulsively shakes. The sun is bright now, sky cream white blue but my heart is cold still, dead through you. Our love was strong once wild and free. Like a flower growing in scorching desert sands the fragrance of it, captivated me. The beauty withers Its time is past. The seeds are sown Some may last. Alone in the snow This life I part. Copyright © Terence George Craddock