The snow is falling gently,
Covering the streets
In a massive white blanket,
Like soft bed sheets

I’d like to lay out in that snow,
Blissful nothingness,
Waiting in feathery flakes
For winter’s cold kiss.

It’s a swirling storm of stars,
Melting on my tongue.
If I sleep, they will preserve me
Forever young.

I’m making snow angels in my driveway,
And they won’t even last till Friday.
When night has come,
I will be numb,
Too deep to feel the light waves.