As the Snow Fell

As the snow fell on our honeymoon,
after a walk in the cold sun
and a three-months’ drive to the wedding,
in the clear January afternoon
our lives’ sky-emptying hazard was begun.
We turned from ourselves and watched the white flakes spreading,

And my heart took a leap
there in the movement of the tiny white birds
that flew round everywhere,
telling the village road to go to sleep,
showing the stretched-out fields into their beds,
occupying the air.

For the blind drive was done, and we were free
in our lives’ new chance: no longer skidding, stalling –
but introduced to the way of the falling feather.
For we could see
in the simple birth of our love, the snowflakes falling,
and were content to watch and be together.