the hope of winter is the return of light
that is the beginning of winter

the hope of winter shines through crystalline sleep
reflects in the prismatic dreams of flowers beneath

that’s why we call them snow banks

the hope of winter is measured in the length of sun beams
traversed frozen as we dream; in frozen time the clock

still runs; snow dances, shutter stutters, land dreams
sky falls, and it waits there for those who care to see

the symmetrical event — what beauty conceals is hers to reveal
the return of light in turn conceives — for those who dare to be

with her in that exact moment — when winter smiles