A wintry love poem by Naomi Shihab Nye:
I would be no one.
I would have no head, no hair, no comb.
I would be the thin mist in the air of a cold morning;
I would rise and disappear early, before the sun
and the noisy streets and everyone moving.
I would hum and greet you when you awaken,
with no words, no face, no promise but my love,
like a river.
I would be here, be here, be here invisible, forever --
when all the braver ones have gone to hide --
when all these tears have years and years been dried.
see The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
New Blog Post: February 14, 2011