If I should get to you in winter,
let it be by frozen lake
where the sun can hardly penetrate
the depths of icy water.
I will walk the intercessions
of snowy, hidden pathways
and look for you in hollows
where the snow has left its traces.
Through the gloom of dawning
I will look through ghostly misting
for the tracks of our beginnings
in the promises of sighs.
And where the snow is deepest
where fronds still strive for sunlight
where steps have been forbidden
I will seek in dark recesses.
Though the woods are guarded
by the heavy snows of branches
I will look for you in silences
and still keep your confidences.