It wasn’t much, as sunsets go.
Yet how eagerly my eyes flew
to the blushing pink and coral,
rare colors in this season
of brown woods and fading snow.
I held them to my heart and dreamed
of summer roses draped in tender hues.
Only after I had drunk my fill did I notice
the tracks in the snow on the hill
an X and an O, made by someone at play
and left as a kiss and hug because snow, too,
is loved in someone’s heart.