the white blanket
as the world wakes
plays twinklings in my head
as if every flake had once been
a silver bell
i find all the possibilities,
all the music wrapped in these notes
like i can find the new in every moment
and yes the earth makes sounds as always but
i hear something else
like the slight shift the wind causes
a thousand years from now
like the rustle of heartbeats
under my first footstep
like something is whispering
hey
wait
look at all this imperfect
the crystals that don’t quite reach my skin
(yes I know I need new boots
but that is a worry for
after the shimmer is washed away
and the last note echoes out,
wraps itself into the hearts of all of us.)