a deep snow

remember 

when it used to snow,

she says,

sleepily,

as we linger

in bed, 

each to our own side,

the big window

facing us.

remember how the trees

would bend

in whiteness.

how we had to shovel

our way out,

how we made hot drinks,

and pies.

how wonderful it was.

how we made love

in the afternoon

by the fire. remember,

she says,

remember?

i do, i offer.

maybe we need

another deep snow

to save us.