Jan 12, 2011 21:25
Snow in air
Throws itself at me like
I did when I was young and my father would come home and I would
Run
Jump
Squeal and be lifted and swung.
Throws itself at me and sticks to my black overcoat
Like stars
There's Orion if you squint
Cygnus, Aquarius, Sagittarius
Cold Ursa (Minor and Major)
Dress me like the sky
And I will give them all the love
My father gave me in smiles.
poetry