love, read, write

listen:
i will be your first snowfall.
bits of my heart will float to your earth
in moments of fateful gravity,
blessing your world with my far-reaching arms.

the day i come to you i will be a swan of the weather
to cover you with the cold of my wings, drape my feathers
over your shoulders with grace and
deliberation, stitch my silent dreams to the
nape of your neck, my plumage your umbrella.

and when kingdom comes it will be me
who creates it for you in a gradient of blue to white,
warm to night, sharp to soft in the crevices of your body.
i’ll transform your world into a sky-floating palace
of plains and hills of simplistic beauty,
carve you fields of suspended, pure silence
full to the brim of your eyes.

as evening drifts near i’ll hang in the time-dense air
little ornaments of ivory. i’ll tuck into each crystal
lullabies of deer treading through blank slate
silent hand-made forests making
music with the muffled crinkles of their
weight in the snow and you will cry,
and i will blow on your cheeks;
it will be beautiful.

you will feel me shaping peace
into the spaces between your fingers,
splattering stars into the sky until they slip from its loose grasp
to create a gravity-orchestrated symphony of lights -

that will be me;
i’ll be that first snowfall.

no fall was ever truly
yours until the moment i came tearing the clouds apart
in winds full of ice stars,
when i kissed your nose in a burst of cold that you knew:
the world never existed until that moment.
no empire preceded;
no snowfall before me.