Emily Winters                                                                                                             

“Greyscale Glow”

Does the snow fall

Without sound

Or are my memories

Saved as silent films?

All I know is numb face

Bright light and a graphite sky

Sweating in the cold –

All I can remember

Is the sideways view of the camera

As the chill licks my cheek

And laughter sounds like bells;

Chimes that buzz

As hummingbirds do in the thaw.

Do I dare tarnish the future,

Sully with the ripples of the present’s pool –

Pull?

Shall I leave my mark and

Flee from wayward sorrow

Through the freshly drawn snow?

And I can remember

Running under the greyscale glow.