Winter in Sedona
It can’t be because you say
“I love you†ever, because you
never do. It is
not the innocent way you say
“Goodnight†whenever, at the end of our calls
I tell you “I love you.â€
Sometimes, maybe, it’s by the
red pepper fierceness — or the milk chocolate sweetness
of emails that arrive
like snow flurries, or even in the drifts
of blizzards.
The way I know most your love
is true is by the cascades
of laughter, the babble of words, that tumble
out of the telephone.
That’s on a good day. But
yesterday you said you would be
too busy with important things to call and
this morning my mailbox stayed
empty.
When I don’t call and you won’t write,
is love a melted snowflake?
Carl Weis, Poet, Visual Artist, Portrait by Visions Studio
Copyrights
1/19/10 Carl Weis
Sedona, AZ
Ansul,
I want to change one word in line five: “most” chages to “our.” I think it is more personal.
Also, please read again my note about the photo of me and its caption. I am not quite comfortable with what I mentioned not being heeded. Of course, you have ultimate control and perhaps we can discuss these small isues? Thank you, Carl
Line five changed, and caption of your portrait is as you asked!
Peace, love,
Ansul