Snow

First rain, then sleet, then lightly sweeping snow,

Swift falling wintry mix that chills the air

And frosts the muddy autumn ground below,

Call to our minds a girl, whose locks of hair,

Both black and beautiful against her face,

Frame sweet eyes closed in some eternal prayer.

A blizzard marked her birth; the holy space

Of hospital room, windows etched with frost,

Was where we held our love and felt her grace.

The snow still brings to us the girl we lost,

Somehow connects us to her once again –

Our spirits meet when earth with snow is glossed.

    When winter sun sets shimmering ice aglow

    We smile, and say that Harper says hello.