Still. Unmoving.

I gaze into her
gazing.

Eyes full of snowflakes.

Time falls slowly.

Just like the snow
she erases her drawing

turning it too
back into white.

Quiet falls slowly.

She tells me
(in a whisper)


not daring to
take her eyes away.

“World gone! ”

“World hiding
in the snow! ”

“Look! Look! ”

“Slowflakes! ”


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Dearest Helen...instead of a postcard...a poem from the Amalfi coast...intense sun...and perfect blue...and then a poem about...a winter of long ago! Only thing they both have in common is...wonder!

love Dónall Dónall

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-falls-slowly-for-helen/