The calm snow By Marilyn Terwilleger (email@example.com)
soft memories melting on my lashes,
while the fall of night stars
drape the sky of wishes.
Before me, flakes pirouette,
flutter and drop.
ice patterns on the pane;
once, his fingers
would melt against the glass
and trace my name.
Stars shine past horizonís lip,
winds weave in hushed night.
Alone in winterís wrap of amethyst,
my cheeks wash with memoryís tears.
On the tree, garland glints,
my eyes are mirrored in silver ballsÖ
moments of him linger.
His echo whispers;