Let It Snow!
I look up to the sprinkled sky
dotted white of dreary days
and I say, “I remember this.”
Oh, how long has it been
since I first stepped out into this cold
young and free
with voices un-showing?
When this resolution
was just a dream:
a mere idea on a Sunday afternoon
and how it has grown
to not only include myself
but each individual snowflake–
each unique, crystallized word or thought.
Now we cycle back again
and I see myself becoming young once more.
Quiet, and afraid of the future
but also wiser.
For I have seen these blizzards and these tempests
and I have written them all for you
to perhaps help me discover something of myself.
The snow is falling.
The year is ending,
but the journey has just begun.