There is a quiet blizzard
Filling the night,
Covering the tree branches
Outside the window.
It is just as it was a year ago
During Simon’s first week of life.
I remember the magic of falling in love,
The flow of day into night
And into day again,
Silver trains gliding silently by on the bridge.
And the hush that surrounds urgency
Making it seem petty
Against the stillness of snow