Today I am sheltered by snow.

I wait, pressed against the window

    to know of the cold,

and yearn stiffly,

    my heart taut

    against hope for you.

Do you remember my dreams?

Do our shared nights bear weight

    in your soul?

I often walk through flowering fields,

    gathering the sweetest lilies;

but all of good earth and hearth

    turns soon to dust,

    scattered by the wind.