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