“Walking with You,” Ensign, Oct. 2000, 7
Walking with You
I left my work
to walk
snow paths with you.
Our feet
marked satin sounds
beneath
a crystal blue,
the sharp air sweet
to breathe. I touched
a frosted tree
branch, smiling
as white flakes fell
(How small
yet delightful
brief joys can be!)
like stars
to tangle in
your hair.
Coming back to
tasks undone,
I’m glad I left
my work to walk
with you,
the growing years
so short and few
when beauty can
be shared
with a small son.