this morning
the melting snow
unclothes,
reveals
the earth
and the 
petrichor scent
drifting in through
this
window
and
across these
linen sheets,
carries
with it a 
longing,
a time
so distant
my searching
mind
can’t
find you-
was it yesterday
two days
or a thousand
falls and
winters
since we 
last held
each 
other

Barbara J