Saturday, November 19, 2011
As tardy as I can recall, this year held back.
We sat at a picnic table far beyond the season
smoking, talking. Not talking - and a grey sky.
A white piece of it fell on my black sleeve.
Here in mid-November, I thought of Halloweens
when I brushed it, scads from from my shoulder.
I watched this lone flake die against my heat
just as you said, Did you see that? The corners
dissolving, fading slowly but all at once?
Four words formed in my mind and came out.
I thought I was the only one witnessing that
first snowfall. Your answer has melted me, since.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --