Elmira Oktayevna Elvazova
We sit on the porch
our faces lit by the white trees
Not so long ago the light,
like a fisherman,
casting black shadows into the cold
The day spent watching the snow
making something of itself
It goes on making
We make angels in the snow,
like an excuse not to go into church
We don’t pray under a closed sky
And we play
Like this all day until the day is spent
until the porch is lit by the white trees
In the winter I want to say- I’m snowing
can I be the storm that keeps us inside?
I want to keep you from going
as my life’s work
Lovely!! thanks for sharing…happy writing!!
Quite a beautiful verse.