ONE HUNDRED WORDS FOR SNOW

As a reader, I find the poems that please me most are those that address the subjects of love and death, and these subjects tend to preoccupy me when I, in turn, am writing.
It's been a while since I've published a love poem so here's one from years ago that, to my mind, still retains its freshness.

SNOWFLAKES

Kisses can be so diverse.

I never knew before
how each is like a snowflake:
quite unique.

Within your arms, I am
drab terrain made beautiful
by drifting snow.