Snow

It fell so close that I was choking:

Claustrophobic,

Sodden through.

The flurry flustered. Non-committal

Orbitals

Surrounded you.

The grace on your face reminded me

Of the time we saw circumspect owls.

They all looked suspicious,

But you were oblivious,

Your eyes spoke uncensored delight.

Your alchemic joy: bright, infectious

Giddy, reckless,

Radiant.

And I was like the whitening marble

Heroic poses

Roman noses.

Though I was drunk vicariously

That impish laugh knew no reply.

That smile brings back the scarcity

Of crunching tread and dandruff sky.