April snow

Nestled between the needles,
white amongst the green,
tucked into crevasses to hide
from the warm, yellow sun
rising.

We, the snowflakes,
will soon die here.
Our lives are short, but sweet
in April.

departures too soon

Finally here and ready to see you
better late than never,
the air fills with chatter and laughter.
This is what I have been missing.

Skies and snow
must also feel this warmth and love,
sticking, layering, to the world outside
like I wish to do here,
in your home.
Stick and stay.

Fighting against the disappearing sun
to stay longer, keep the moment alive,
come departures
too soon.

in your favorite cup

Love me hard but love me gently.
Love my darkness, richness and warmth
as I travel from your mouth
down to esophagus and stomach,
disseminating to warm and comfort
your entire body.
As I rest here, staring out the window
in your favorite cup
painting steam gently on the window,
I know you’re thinking about me,
and I am so grateful
to bring you such joy
on this foggy fall morning.