Photo by Bill Keller

by Bill Keller

At the end of a long winter 
I watch snow slip from a tree, 
sluggish at first as if stiff  
from inactivity but then  
plummeting, eager to  
reconnect, which it does  
spectacularly, with a Smack!  
that sounds to me like 
lips on cheeks,  
hands on backs, 
welcoming someone  
who’s been badly missed.

William Keller

Bill Keller, novelist and poet, is the author of several novels
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