Across The Mind’s Eye. . . .


Across The Mind’s Eye. . . .

Laying like whipped icing
on the wedding cake,
the drifts of snow
across the mind’s eye
left a clear path
to the heart’s memory
of the other winters
when love closed the doors
of the world and cherished me.

What were the winters like
when the snow stood high
and like lover’s swords
sliced a path

and found where I was?

 

Photo by
Joe Hallissey Sr.


2 responses to “Across The Mind’s Eye. . . .”

    • John, I did not know that. I am glad you both shared that day. That was a perfect snow storm and my last one no doubt. Thank you for commenting. Veronica

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