she misses snow

i miss the snow

she says.

i miss the warm cold blanket

of white

outside the window.

i miss digging.

the shovel. the gloves and boots.

the hat.

the play of it.

the crunch of shoes going

down.

the wetness of it

as you open your gleeful

mouth.

i miss how it covers up everything

without a choice.

i miss it.

the immense strangeness

of snow.

i miss it.

like i miss an old lover

that i used to know.