There is snow
all around us now
and no tracks leading
from the house
into the wood,
into the white—
Please, I need
to walk in snow
and have beside me
you, there’s something
that the winter
wants to teach us,
I don’t know
what it is, but
it’s not only about
the cold, not only about
the way that some things
seem to disappear.
As usual, poignant closing, and I do like how the title touches so softly on how some things seem to disappear.