What do you see?
Cold? Frost?
I see something beautiful, even with the cold.
The birds are migrating so I see flocks pass by every day, but as their running from the cold, I wonder.
Do they find the snow pretty too?
What do you see?
Cold? Frost?
I see something beautiful, even with the cold.
The birds are migrating so I see flocks pass by every day, but as their running from the cold, I wonder.
Do they find the snow pretty too?
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
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