All in by Constance Schultz

by Constance Schultz

barely there I see you &
drifting snow the deer are here
clouds of cotton & you say

the sun heard it
even when the walls were there more
are cold & I love you

there is no roof I’m guessing
& snow pretends heart & maybe
      to melt it hears

hearted what it wants
when he smiles maybe it knows nothing


Constance Schultz and her family live in the diverse Pacific Northwest. She has work in the Rising Phoenix Review, Bone & Ink Press, Empty Mirror, Sobotka Literary Review, and Hidden Channel Zine. Ms. Schultz also regularly contributes to Them Dam Writers online.