A Wee Conversation

Did I tell you that I
love you today?

Yes, and we need
to know every day.

And I need to tell
you every day.

And we know
that you do.



We ski on dirt
and twisted bands

of greying ice
half melted, just

for the chance
to bathe in the white gold

of January sunshine
and in the other’s

winter words,
falling now

like precious snowflakes
on our eager ears.