A fresh crop of withered leaves
Emerge from the unbroken snow
Letting the sunlight engulf my cracking face
It is cold, it is warm, I wish I could stay
Being at peace smells like
Sundae cherries, dirt, and soap
Now, waiting here among thoughts of
Empty chairs and amethyst stones and
Bread I baked last Saturday, long ago
Never tasting quite as sweet as
I’ve heard others say
But I’m happy they enjoy it
It’s been a while since the snow
There is a fog covering the
Lights of the apartment buildings
Floating like makeshift stars in the rain
And there is a warmth in the white fairy lights
And the band playing in the market
And the folks that shuffle close together
In and out of Main Street
There is a song tonight
And I am happy to join it
