THE WAY THE SNOW SAT.

A WOMAN AND HER LOST LOVE.

Just the way the snow sat on
The window sill and the way she
Tried hard to breathe to let her
Breath send it away to make it
Spring again to make it like it was
When he was there and the flowers
Outside the window were in bloom
And birds sang and he wanted to make
Love to her and she refused on the
Ground that it was not the right time
Not the best place and the snow sat
There white and fresh and cold like
A death had come to stay once again.