snowfall

it came down as a speckle at first
dimly blinking under the streetlight
before disappearing into the black pavement

we looked up at the sky
there were only clouds and the lights of fenway park
i blinked, and a snowflake
landed on my nose

there we stood under the citgo sign
and thought about the big sadnesses of life
and also about the little joys
we find in life, in each other, in boston

as the roads fell asleep under a white blanket
we walked home, crying a little,
laughing a little
at the first snowfall of the year