Tracks In The Snow

By Anne-Marie Ormsby

There are things I know I will remember;

Like walking home, late and early,

Through thick snow-coated roads,

With you, sliding along the ice and laughing.

And we destroyed my garden,

With its untouched artistry,

So that I might wake in the morning

To see some sunlight falling on

Tracks in the snow,

There was nobody around

Who could have made them.

Then I’d remember it was us.

Throwing snow at each other,

And you kissed me,

With snow melting in our hair

And snow falling everywhere.

And I know I will remember 

You leaving at 5 am,

To walk miles through snow,

Making tracks I would never see.