Four flakes fall towards the warming Earth
While white flickers. One knows nothing at all
And falls. One knew all the world at her birth
And falls, forewarning herself of the thaw.
A leaf elevates herself with the wind;
Released from rest with upward, forward force.
The crumbling of crust from leaves and crying
Skies, mingling a monotony with the course
Of a raindrop crescendo. Oh, to know,
The beauty of books and blade cutting grass
Blades, to cleave away green and to show
An empathy for everything. Pass
Me by knowledge and yet infiltrate me
With each day forcing me into belief.