Notes In The Snow

what if we wrote notes in the snow

here we were when the birds finished the breadcrumb trail

and farther along,here we sat down on a frozen log

consuming the last of the berries

and on a white stone wrote our last testament.

what if the snow froze forever

the trees as well;all in a pale green glaze...

making our permafrost poetry,

Immortal

mary angela douglas 13 november 2020

mary angela douglas 13 november 2020