the time it was snowing

the time it was snowing
and she locked the keys
in the car, with no other
vehicles in view--the snow

piling up so quickly--she knew
she'd be a frozen sculpture
if she did not have a way
to contact anyone--just who

were her friends--she looked
out into the thunderous snow
falling heavily, and at times
forming circles, like angels

drawing lines--to walk through
she captured the essence
of angels, as her dreaminess
brought her down to her knees

in the thick heavy wet snow
clods of white coolness, dripping
underneath her driving gloves
swishing through her muffler-less
collar, splling into her penny loafers

all the while knowing that someone
would be coming--she sang
to herself, hardly whispering

the headlights of a truck
came tunneling through
the swirl of a snowy cloud

she smiled and stood up
the rest made heavenly history
feet thawed, hands warmed

incense and peppermints
playing on the radio
she knew he would come
she wished for
nothing--now knowing

all do take her seriously
when she decides to
and so it is in every walk
and every talk between
friends--from this day on

puckered pink blouse tucks into
a tailored grey skirt
she now feels a part
of the world she had
always pushed away

it was only her own
self loathing--lacquered
and sealed for forty decades

the lacquer comes loose---the photo
of herself in black and white--
now morphing to pure rose light

Kate Lamberg
10/15/12

a bagel cloud--port jeff~ 10/12