Here is a neat poem I wrote while I was at my brother’s farm in Michigan. Enjoy.
Matthew Fouts
Sunset Over Snow
Let me think of you now quickly.
In this light, the snow outside
is the sandy color of your skin.
In this now, the bare trees are
the dark brown of your hair,
your lovely upturned eyes.
Hurry. Kiss me while the clouds
are on fire. Quick, let me hold you
now, and now, before the changing light
darks my window once again.
