I’ve started looking forward to the little things a little more
Than I look forward to next year
Because it feels like next year is uncertain.
I’m excited to eat peanut butter toast in the car before skiing,
And to see my brother who knows when
Also to pet my dog before I go
And to watch a TV show.
There are too may things to worry about when I look too far ahead
But there are even more small moments in-between
So I suppose that’s why
I’ve started thinking more about the little things.
My heart breaks
For every snowflake
That twirls down,
Solitary
Amongst a gray sky
It looks lonely, you see
Not as if I don’t know how that feels.
A tree is downed in the forest
It appears as a skeletal hand resting upon the snow covered floor
Brown beneath, like ivory rotting away as it ages
And pure white on top, bone bleached by the sun.
The moon whispers
Oh so quietly, yet
It is louder than all else
Its words wind through the frozen trees and dance across the sparkling snow, the forest still but for its wavering reminder that
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