The Anniversary
It snowed today–
on our anniversary.
It’s the first I can remember.
The snowfall–not
our anniversary.
Which means I’ve
simply forgotten the others.
The snowfalls–not
the anniversaries.
Each flake lingers–
unique moments of our past.
Drifting into memories
of You and I together.
Frosting our dreams;
then melting streamside.
Becoming something new;
still a part of us.
The river of our lives;
flowing to a destination
we cannot see.
Along the way
new tributaries are formed,
while others run dry.
Someday
we will reach the sea
and dance upon the sand.
