First Snow
 

Mother stands by the window
And looks at the falling snow.
It is the first snow fall
On Father‘s grave.

She has wrapped herself
In a red blanket
And leaned her knees
Against the radiator.
Father’s overcoat
Still hangs on the hook.

A limb of a persimmon tree
Bends under the weight of snow.
She longs to stretch out her hand
And shake it off.

Majid Naficy
January 13, 2008