Dreams of Snowfall
by Scot Siegel

Why do dreams of snowfall
land warmer on our lips
than the memories of first love?

How does the sea maintain its
equanimity, among so many
swirling kisses?


Does the snowshoe hare
standing in the snowy field
feel a little godlike?
(Is that why he lingers?)

How many wolves
have swallowed
their own voices, smitten
by the first snowfall?


In god's lovemaking
with the sky,
why does the sun
gloat like the moon?

And whenthe moon's face

_______will the sun's refracting
create a tremolo?

If our tongues could reach there,
would it taste like


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