It occurred to me
as we both stood
watching the new fallen snow,
how different we two are
and how I had driven
that thought from my mind,
thinking that love would penetrate all differences.
Although I enjoyed the snow’s beauty,
I could not love the bitterness.
Your quiet calm anger
when I had asked
to go to a place of warmth,
shattered the ideal
to disillusionment.
If this could be
with such a minor thing
such as weather,
then there would be no room
for anything of more importance.
We two are different.
I wonder
whether in winters to come
we will be standing
watching the new fallen snow
together.