1. Snowed In

The morning news insinuates
itself into our dreams–
more dead in Sarajevo,
turmoil in the figure-skating world,
cancellations.
Down on the main road
a plow scrapes along,
blinking and beeping.
A cat purrs in my ear.
Your naked body wrapped in mine,
in half-sleep we make a silent pact–
no clocks.
Since we’ll be hours late today,
we’ll steal this pleasure from ourselves.

2. After the Storm

A great sheet of snow
takes flight from a car.

(Inhale.)

(Exhale.)

3. Revenge Against March

When snow comes
not silently on cat feet,
but howling like coy-dogs
in the door-yard;

when the wind insults
your sweet face and your skin
hungers for June’s breath;

when lacing boots
becomes a feat of courage and
boots do not become your feet;

then take heart that one day
soon, my darling, very soon,
Willie will arrive, his truck all
loaded up with blue plastic tubes
to string on trees and
Winter’s back will be broken.

Then we’ll read our Sunday Times
standing out on Baptist Corner Road
in a line of strangers from Connecticut,
waiting to eat pancakes and sugar
on snow.