by Jim Farfaglia
You stopped by, too, didn’t you?
Laboring through heavy snow,
your slender legs sinking deep,
leaving for me
a trail of hooved smiles.
Were you taking a moment, too?
Watching memories of summer stream by,
thirsty for that season
and drawing from your reflection
the refreshment of hope.
For don’t you dream of lightness, too?
Waiting for this earth to rise again,
throw off its frosty covers
and announce the glad return
of an unbound life.