Eunice took a walk today, in the snow

Eunice took a walk today, in the snow, it was the perfect day for it.
Snowflakes fell recklessly, laughing and dancing to the ground below.
Snowflakes afraid to fall, afraid of the drifts, clung to branches.
Bright shards, flakeletts, falling like tears, as the wind blew them loose.
 
Eunice took a walk today, in the snow, the snow can dress the world in elegance.
Framing each object, enhancing the contours, softening the hard edges.
Or snow can shroud it in silhouettes, black on white on white on black. Edges only.
Snow doesn’t know which it does, it just falls, and freezes and coats eyelashes.
 
Eunice took a walk today, in the snow. The snow brushed her lips, a cold wet kiss.
Another kiss remembered, equally cold, equally wet. When her husband proposed.
At a fairground in June, they worked the crowds. Selling things, lost and found, and lost again.
A ring found, tied to a string that led to his hand. Things found and lost and found again.
 
Eunice took a walk today, in the snow, memories fell with the flakes, indistinguishable  
A long walk by a lake, fish sleeping below a blanket of ice, her hand in his hand.
A home cut from the wild, branches cut away by his hand, shaped logs, new forms.
A guitar played long into the night, fingers caressing slowly, strings plucked by his hand
A long caress, breast, back, thigh, warm skin on skin, his fingers in her hair.
 
Eunice woke today, in the snow, it landed in her hair, but didn’t whiten it.
Furrows in the snow, frozen splashes of red, her footsteps and his, his coming and going.
The hands she so loves, split knuckles, fists in her hair, letting her go.
Numb feet, crawling, standing, staggering. Numb hands, crawling, pulling, swinging the axe.
Blood red from his drunken head, the axe cut his hands away.
 
Eunice walked today, in the snow, it filled her footsteps as she walked.
A long walk on the lake, snowflakes afraid to fall. To place the cold wet kiss.
Snow doesn’t know what it does, it just falls, and freezes, and coats eyelashes.
It caresses, breast, back, thigh, life. Something lost and found and given away.
Warmth and colour slowly leaving, silhouettes softening the hard edges, his hands in her hands.