Playing in the Snow

I ran across you

so they say

playing in the snow

one day-

 

or evening it might have been

I may not even remember when

 

Yet here we are

once again

to travel back where it began

 

A handshake at first

for sure

yet then enraptured

at your door

 

Ugly words spewed forth

the angel tongues sprung

before

I could realize anymore

than love forever, ever more.

 

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Bittersweet memories
Checkered history
But the past is gone
The present beckons

Beautiful poem...Delightful cadence...

[Ladysue]

I love how you started this...a perfect opening...and the ending priceless....wonderfully done..

[Jibey]

First encounters can be strange... Charming write

Did you mean 'I man now even remember' - I couldn't make it out, except to assume it was a typo for 'may'

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Memories can be sparked by a smell, song or a certain time of year... I love the sentiment expressed in this piece.

[Tate Morgan]

Love forever evermore A grand thought