LOVE Poem: Snow Flowers Bloom, by Zulema Upa

No one knows how it started or came to be
None matter now
Snowflakes of disease
Fall from the infested clouds
And grow small flowers of illness

Young lady and younger dog
Pink leash matched with a pink coat
They play happily in the snow
Tomorrow’s moon marks day 3
Death’s sickle sounds soft in fresh snow

Fenced within the forest
The two do not mind
They continue to run and laugh and speak to each other
Like none other was there

The scientists and beings of medicine watch the pair
Learning the virus’ pattern
They play
Grow tired
Collapse
And play again
Two coffins wait for their arrival

Yet, morrow’s sun rises
Lass and Lassie have long gone
Fence intact and footsteps snowed over

Their cadaver’s were never found
Forest hand picked apart
And home searched over and over
The two must be happy together alone
Ancient sickle has frozen over it seems