A comfort of winter,
this steady, soft fall
furs edges, branches, hushes
–
brings close the low
sky.
In the immediacies of snow,
we might be walking
through the aftermath
of our own breath,
as if gusted back
into childhood’s
glaze and forests
forever stretching outward –
until reaching into the winter
we’ll find comfort
in knowing that now
there's not so long to wait
until we reach shelter.
