On the night of the snowfall
Moths and fireflies
Dissolve into dawn
The sky is blue
With pink streaks
They glow in the sluggish sky
Little beacons of hope
And light
The clouds are like smoke
She squeals
We can hide in them
Until morning
And the return of the sun
Blades alight
Hearts refusing to fail
In the dark
We watch on
The silver blanket
Hugging the earth
I remember the last snow
Boots leaving trails in the powder
Thoughts weighed down
Like blankets
Wrapped tight about our shoulders
It feels like a fairy tale
Soft and sweet
But with a biting end
It feels as if we have walked
Through a thousand winters
There is peace in stopping
Letting the cool flakes
Brush our cheeks
Coat our hair
Like sugar
If we shake
Little flurries
Fall to the ground
I think perhaps
We are very glad
To be in the night
Of the snowfall.
