it is so long since i built
a snowman

stopped by my frozen arms through
each winter
where snowflakes begin
and
dissolve
since my mind has opened into
cold, from my childhood
into the beauty of new fallen
white—

now i wonder how to capture
youth, (from a cloud
these haunting memories
of life) and hidden Love
sings Her most natural moment

and blushes it to all

— after which our separate hearts
become photographs
filled with beautifully, captured
thoughts