The Snow Child

I dreamt last night 

That I formed a baby out of snow

And as I shaped little legs

And smoothed each toe

I wept

Not for cold, or her beauty still

But because I knew that she would wake

This snow child of mine

With burgeoning warmth and rosy glow

I would hold her to me

And feel her heartbeat

I knew I would take her in my arms

Feel her rest against my heart

I wept because then I would wake 

To empty arms

My snow child, existing only in my dreams

Melting each morning, leaving a hollow

My imagined daughter

The child I won’t have 

My snow baby, my cold desire. 

9 thoughts on “The Snow Child

Leave a Reply

Your e-mail address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.