Snow

Snow erases everything

Tells only the new stories

Folding away the old ways

The old days

Forgetting the old, the cold.

Angels lay here in the night

Spread out their skirts, rested,

Looking always skyward

Trusting

What was true

Grandma was here too

Draping piney arms

With delicate doilies she tatted

Hoping

We would remember

Snowflakes float to my lips

Brief as an old lover’s kiss

Icicles melt from lashes

So fast

I hardly knew I was weeping

No one will know I was here

The snow will not tattle

On my lonely walk

Wandering path

In these solitary woods

And when the snow melts

There will still be no record

Of my passing here

Of hope flung high

Like last night’s angels

Softly and quietly

The snow will bury the past

Sybilla

January 1, 2013