it has been so long
since i have seen
snow. real snow.
the kind that sticks
to the ground and
one wears as she
sits and listens to
stories of Canada
deep in the virginia
forest - so long ago
since i have sat and
admired the snow
forgetting to listen
and follow along
one step away from
love. he said as he
walked away and
i went to the movies
where i slept and
another boy's arm
wrapped 'round me
as he watched the film
and let me rest from
all the snow i had felt
melting off my arms
one step away from
love. a step i never
took - i hear he left
the army after japan
and makes wine in
the california sun
he never changed
always good no matter the sky
