I want to be like snow-
silent,
serene,
yet strong;
shimmering
stars falling
gently
from
November skies;
like a sleepy
tinkling lullaby
in my cosmic cradle.

lavish lively days end in late exhausted afternoons,
may i rest with my head
upon your shoulder?
so I can dream
on the warmth
of the stalwart
shapes of snow angels
you bring to
my mind?