Snow Moon

We longed to be on a 

high sunny mountain

above narrow valleys 

that shelter our minds

during the lonely 

Snow Moon night.


Only writing our 

poetry and reading

Virginia Woolf 

will give comfort until

tomorrow’s warming

new light erases

sad quiet solitude of

warm dark cafes with 

frosted windows beyond

now dead luminarias that

once kept hope alive.


Snow fell on our

extended tongues 

tasting of a fresh coolness 

like from a first sweet kiss.

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