Village Verses by Susan M. Silver

SNOWFLAKES

The hunger for your love
Is satisfied by snowflakes
Of feeling you serve:
Minimal, minute, delectable
On the tongue
As they make their maddened way
In the disordered storm of us.
Cold as Jupiter, the delicacies,
Frozen Earth-stars you deign to offer
That dissolve with ghostly speed.
And yet somehow the singular taste
Of the ephemeral six-fingered fancies
Only deepens desire.
© 2025, 2026 Susan M. Silver

The popular children’s Key Park at Washington Square Village, serenely snowbound. Photo by Susan M. Silver.

FOR DADDY

Do not fear :
Long, yawning years later,
The broad eternal icicle
That formed in my heart,
Assuming your dedicated place
When you fled this field for the ether
One snow-smothered February afternoon,
Has not melted.
I doubt it ever will.
© 2026, Susan M. Silver