The Wedding Ring Quilt
This morning, the first snow of spring
fell like a curtain of lace across the mountains
spilling leftovers of winter
down into the stunted pine brushed valley.
The touch of your smile
held the warmth of weathered hands;
eyes of silver and sage glistened
when I said, “I hope it snows six feet.”
You gathered our wedding ring quilt
around the curve of me tighter,
knowing the soft why of my words.