to the flowering trees
coloring my street
before you can be sure
of spring,
you do not wait
until you know it is safe
to open your hearts
to the world.
you do not know
of the approaching snow,
but smile in the sun
like a child.
you teach me
life is beautiful,
no matter how long
it lasts.
you teach me
to start living,
and stop checking
the weather app.
drifting snowflake,
calm and quiet.
can i talk to you?
the trees are white
and weighted down,
content to wear
their winter gown.
to sleep with no
warm lullaby.
to rest beneath
a colorless sky.
drifting snowflake,
cold and distant.
do you hear my prayer?
the trees reach down
to touch my face,
content to share
this peaceful place.
the snow lands soft
on my brown hair.
where i land,
i do not care.
