Snow Race

The sun lit a glare on the snow
like daybreak had suddenly opened in the field
and a new sun was rising beneath
the deer tracks and branches heavy
with the irregular garland of ice.

You lurked at my periphery,
just enough out of the way that I had to
adjust to see you clearly.

It seemed the structure –
the baseline of you and of me –
had slowly been falling apart.

We were degrading as the
foundation of this house.

We were slipping concrete blocks
and creeping marshland.

We were winter snows
and bare feet, and you said,
“I’ll race you to the barn.”

I remember the thin slide
of my t-shirt and the way the cold air
terrorized my flesh.

There was a glint in your eyes,
something wild that sparkled,
and with each discarded piece of clothing
we were bare to one another
for the first time
in a long time.

And I think then, you saw me –

racing across the snow,
my bare feet leaving dark little
tattoos across the perfect crust –

I think you saw me and I know,
for a while,
I forgot all about us.

© Laura A. Lord, 2016


There are bright moments in any ending. Yesterday we told our children the truth about my husband adopting them. We told them about their birth fathers, and it was, by far, the most difficult discussion of my life. This brought back so many memories, especially about how things ended. I remember this day in the snow and thank MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for her wordle that inspired me to think of this.

Photo by Roksolana Zasiadko, Unsplash

Photo Design by Book Genesis


Remember to sign up for my mailing list today to get your free coloring book! I promise I will only email you once a month!

25 thoughts on “Snow Race

  1. I could not help but smile and enjoy the race. And envision you bare and steaming hot reaching that barn.

    On the side. The talk is hard But I am sure the two oldest won’t hold a grudge against you. They love their daddy and mommy of course.

    Big hugs Lady Laura XX

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Nice poem. Yet I feel that it somehow ended with mixed feelings, leaving up to the reader to decide whether to feel loved or feeling lonely. Somehow walking barefoot on the snow reminds me of pain and wanting to be nourished by someone who would protect me and take me in. For no matter how beautiful the winter snow looks like, it still feels cold to the barefoot.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. What are emotions? What is love if we base it on an idea and expectations? Its all relative, but one thing is for sure, how it moves us from the inside, and if we are willing to listen, perhaps then we might hear the true whispers of love, unconditional.

        Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s