And I have tasted salt
and blood’s iron bite,
the backwash of tears
mixed with bile; and I
have known what humbling
mouthfuls of sacrifice,
what burn of years and
their slow toil down
the gut. So let me now
taste new-fallen
snow, dissolving un-
complicated on the tongue.
In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.
“Tasting Snow” is a response to Luisa’s poem posted at http://albertbcasuga.blogspot.com/2011/12/tasting-snow.html