A blanket of dust
obscures our picture.
Soft earth once your skin,
now dusted with snow.
This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
However, we are soon
to hold each other again.
Then spring will dawn upon
the rains of April
and shower mud off
your brilliant aura.
Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt the mountain’s
ice covers.








Memories of spring. Nice Daniel