my love for you

by M. F. Sullivan

my love for you

is like the falling snow

on a lukewarm day

when the lonely earth

turns away her face

and her fallow grounds

scorn receipt

of the flakes which seek to gather.


these white sparks,

pregnant with water,

fall upon that burdened soil

and slip into the cool

the damp

the dark

as if nothing

had fallen there

at all.


yet though the lukewarm earth

permits the weaving

of no blankets

which seek to cradle

her in love's

adoring embrace—


some months from now,

when spring has come,

and snow has long relented,

flowers will leap

from the depths of love

which went unnoticed.