
what if snowflakes are drifting spirits?

what if snowflakes are drifting spirits?

take time to play

in the night, while the snow fell silently,
i dreamt of flying rose petals,
pink and velvety,
aromatic and delicate–
catching them upon my tongue,
they melted softly like
cotton candy communion

shadows follow us
with the best of intentions

through the thick snow, i recognized you

the smell of grass
cotton candy sunsets
warm breezes from an open window
lemonade on the balcony

each day, she faded a little more

the fog convinced our thoughts to remain still

rain falls, and washes everything clean