I wish you wouldn’t have landed where you did.

Landed like heavy snow in some barren field. Like a quite blanket covering a rough road. Gently falling and slowly building until it was too much to move.

And like the storm at first, readying yourself for the unknown, you yield. Waiting.
the beauty of the silence the release of power becomes soft and you give in to whatever will be.

You see the barren field clothed in good clothed in light and groomed like the clouds they came from.

And yet, it will melt and it will soften and it will leave it will give up its beauty for hard scrabble of roads we forever  walk on.

I keep looking for your beautiful storm to cover this trail. I keep shivering against other storms, my arms crossed to keep their cold away.

One beautiful storm opened the heavy coat I have always worn.

Close your eyes and close the heavy coat. Whisper winds of snow falling on hard earth. Listen to nothing listen to silence telling you this beautiful storm is not your resting place, wait for the melting and wait for this to roll away.