The snowflakes

The snowflakes
Are falling
To the
Tip of
My nose,

Making it
Rosie with       
Every crystal
Pointing star.
Your hands
Are chilly,
So I grab
A hold,
And in
That moment

I won’t
Let you go.
Even through
The bitter
Cold, my
Heart
Is warm
With the
Delight
Your smile
Brings.
And I compare
You to
Great conquerors,
For you
Conquered
My entire
Being. 
With the
Pace we
Walk, I
Exhale a
Misty breath.
And pray
That the
Night
Will never
End. Yet,

In the back
Of my mind,
I realize,
Dear,
That day
Breaks
Every dawn
And a
Moment,
Is just
That.
A moment.
And every
Prayer can

Not be answered,
And I know
That mine
Is one to
Ignore.
So I cherish
You at
The state
We are
In and
Memorize
Your face
As we
Ride
The night
Through.

Mary Barker