Suddenly. In December

Suddenly. In December. I stand knee-deep in snow
Talk to you and get no answer. You’re keep quiet.
My love, now it’s happened after all. Our whole life,
the smiles, the tears and the courage. Your sewing machine
and the long nights of work. Finally our travels.
-under the snow. Under the wreath of cedar.
It all went so fast. Two staring eyes. Words
I couldn’t catch, that you said over and over.
And suddenly nothing more. You slept.
And now they’re all lying here, days and summer nights,
the grapes in Valladolid, the sunsets in Nemea
-under the snow. Under the wreath of cedar.
Quick as a switch flicking off,
the tracing behind the eye flesh out,
wiped from the slate of a life-span. Or may be not?
Your new dress, my face and our old stairs
and everything you brought to this house. Is it gone
-under the snow. Under the wreath of cedar/
Dear friend, where is happiness now,
your good hands, your young smile,
your hair’s wreath of light on your forehead and that
girlish glint in your eye, your spirit and
steady abundance of life and hope?
-under the snow. Under the wreath of cedar.
Dompanion beyond death. Take me down with you.
Side by side, let us see the unknown.
It’s so desolate here and the days are growing dark.
The words are few now and no one’s listening anymore.
Dearest, you who are sleeping. Eurydice.
-under the snow. Under the wreath of cedar.