There is no snow in the ten day forecast
There is sun, cloud, rain
that will be beating down on her.
to see her, walk her snowy path
the last half foot of winter.
I have not seen her since the three storm week began so long ago
i do not remember.
…It is so pretty, so….. ‘winter magical here’
Looking out suburban windows
the woods in white
Looking at what the storm leaves…
Inside the hospital room my daughter sleeps,
(I am not there but I am never far away
From Lexington to Boston and back again)
Her body sieged by storm, her skin a burst of bonfires
Each leaving its own crater of debris
Fusarium outed by drugs and neutrophils.
She waits, patiently inside her
for her healing light to ignite
once the storm is clear.
Some storms move slow,
Her body’s slow resistance
Stirring into fight