The Last Snowfall

If this were the last snowfall

No more halos on evergreen

If this were the last glimpse of winter

What would these eyes see?

If this were the last slow curling

Of your fingers in my palm

If this were the last I felt you breathing

How would I carry on?

This is not the last snowfall

Not our last embrace

But if I were that kind of grateful

What would I try to say?