Frozen Flowers



The street was white again,

all the bushes covered with heavy snow

and the trees glittering, encased with ice.


I lay in the dark, waiting for the night to end.

It seemed the longest night I had ever known,

longer than the night I was born.


I write about you all the time, I said aloud.

Every time I say “I,” it refers to you.


~from Visitors from Abroad by Louise Gluck, 






Photo by Sandra Peterson Ramirez.