It’s snowed every day since you left,
the sky sloughing flakes as you’ve shed me,
thick and fast. I’ll walk outside, leave
a trail of prints as proof of my feet;
back in the kitchen’s yellow warmth,
as snow goes on falling,
I’ll watch them fill and disappear.
Laura D. Roosevelt is a freelance writer, photographer, and poet who lives in West Tisbury. She edits the Poets’ Corner, and is running her own poem because she isn’t receiving other submissions. SEND POEMS, please!
