Each year, each winter, each time
the first snow falls
familiar feelings fall with it.
Clean, dense white traverses
heaven to earth.
All covered, cottoned and calm,
I stand watching,
muted now as earth,
sure, silent and certain
as my own inevitable death.
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 3:36 PM UTC
Each year, each winter, each time
the first snow falls
familiar feelings fall with it.
Clean, dense white traverses
heaven to earth.
All covered, cottoned and calm,
I stand watching,
muted now as earth,
sure, silent and certain
as my own inevitable death.
