tears
fall softly

as snowflakes
whispering your name
drift gently home

 

   ears bend low

listening
for the melody of your song

 

  heart melts 
 giving drink 

eyes
longing 
for your glance
   

 

 

 little bird beckons
outside my window

will I cross this icy sea alone

 

 

written 2/28/15

Samantha Franklin

  ~ watching the falling snow ~

on the 35th anniversary of my mother's death