When I listen to
Satie and to Chopin
I hear snow fall
And I am reminded
How much I miss
Watching it slowly dance
And gather and pile
It reminds me of
Life and of love
Coming in quietly at
First delicate and pure
And the next day
Everything is so bright
That even dogs squint
But as days pass
What was once white
Dirties and tossed aside
No longer a miracle
That’s why I’m going
To the mountains it’s
Closer to Heaven there
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 