Trying to birth itself along a path poured over
with rain water on a late winter night. There is light
from a lamp post reflecting from a puddle, an opening,
distracting my reflection of you.
The thoughts shivered in the breeze, as it rushes in
to seek shelter in words, recalling, linking memories
from a past, warm with embrace and kisses. Upcoming
are sub-zero nights. Be here to share my shivering.
This poem has reached its highest point after coming
down the Whistler's snowy peaks. I confess my affection
is as beautiful as scenic mountains white with snow in the sun.
I am no Moses but you make my face shine.
