the way snow falls always has made me cry
who thought of that?
that it should glide downwards in direct ratio to the wind & white
slanted rhythm of day following night
transforming warmth to cold
soft to hard yet soft still
but oh so biting in its relentless knowledge
how to forgive the unforgivable
how to muster the courage for another day the color of quiet
how to hold the light & the blue of age
the way snow falls
press your hand against the glass & feel the sharpness
cooling blood lost in the labyrinth of trying
how slow muscle talks to bone these days
how hollow seems the heart
yet how bright the fire
the way snow falls
