eileen said

 

every time it snows

i remember

1963

and the snows of america

a young woman then

mad to be free

an ocean from home

this was me

stood in the road

while the world turned white

alone in my kingdom

in love with it

for the rise of sky

and the fall of earth

all colour one colour

all last one first

in remembered beauty

but only because

every time it snows

i see the girl i was

bedraggled and desolate

ecstatic and scared

wild in the blizzard

at the dawn of years