LOVE IS LIKE SOUNDS


      Late snow fell this early morning of spring.
      At dawn I rose from bed, restless, and looked
      Out of my window, to wonder if there the snow
      Fell outside your bedroom, and you watching.

       I played my game of solitaire. The cards
      Came out the same the third time through the deck.
      The game was stuck. I threw the cards together,
      And watched the snow that could not do but fall.

      Love is like sounds, whose last reverberations
      Hang on the leaves of strange trees, on mountains
      As distant as the curving of the earth,
      Where the snow hangs still in the middle of the air.


    Donald Hall