It’s this 
this I
don’t know 
maybe piano 
maybe ice 
in glass
it’s something 
I hear
a tink
oh now 
I know 
it’s frozen 
tears falling 
from my 
cold heart 
and landing
on the 
mirror of 
broken promises 

Sitting here 
and watching 
as snow 
ever so
slowly falls 
I’m reminded 
of how 
truly small 
heartache is 
when snowflakes 
and snowfalls 
bring halt
but I
and this 
gnawing loss
stops nothing 
clocks tick
people go 
about business 
all unaware
that the 
world’s ending 

I was thinking 
of you today 
but not you 
today but yesterday
the you who
you have become 
is as surprising
as the squirrel 
I watch daily 
touching new snow 
familiar but uncertain 
as to how 
or even if 
it should try
to find the 
buried treasure beneath 

I can no
more place a
snowflake upon a
tree than worry
about the folly
of man for 
neither one have 
I been charged 
so allow them 
I do to
go and watch 

This sadness 
cast overboard 
to lighten 
now stuck
on rock
or crag
down below 
and unseen 
tethers me
to here
free I
am not 
just circling 
like some 
debris around 
a drain