Snowdust brushes my lashes.

Hatless, my brains freeze.

Cold hands, numb love.

I stumble through slushing

icefall to the threshold.

Melt me.

I don’t know why I still love you

or if I even do; tonight I’ve been

wading through snowdrifts

in heavy boots and somewhere

my heart dropped down

under the ice crust. Tell me

you’ll help me look for it again

in first light, because it’s late

and dark out, and tonight

I just need to know there’s

somewhere where I can

be warmed. Can I come

back in?

2005