The day before 
and I remember 
an early snow 
as I dollar
in hand crossed 
the playground on
my way to 
buy some milk 
for the stuffing 
I was twelve 
and already thinking 
remember this moment 
for one day 
far from now 
and home this 
will mean Thanksgiving 

Winter has come 
rain turned snow 
just like tears
turn to ice 
after years and 
years of heartbreak
forest grows quiet 
the tip taps 
on leaves silence
replaced by crunch
of crumbs underfoot 

Sage green linens 
like ocean tides 
push and part
upon golden sand
moist with humidity 
that lands pooling 
in divots where
the fish of
my fingers swim
and after they
draw like curtains 
hiding the sins
of our skin 

Saw the snow 
as it came 
across the plains 
another cloud falling 
after it shattered 
dusting trees bushes 
and my clothes 
covering me in
pieces of white 
there I stood 
of little difference 
dolloped in diamonds

Move about zip
around one place 
or another sink
or bowl floor 
or rug smooth 
or plush on
I go with 
my morning bee
bird and bath
bringing nectar back 
too many mornings 
so many days 
so goes this 
thing called life