CALL ME BELOVED

let the ice and snow become my bones,
become a part of myself – call me brother winter –
and let me show that there is kindness in the season.

let me cover boughs with gentle blankets
and the sprawling roads and sidewalks
in pristine sheets of white and new beginnings.

let me cover the hills, let me watch children
carry their sleds to the windy top – and
let me carry them safely down again.

like the falling rain taps on windowpanes
I’ll cover the world quietly. let silence
be my mantra, the falling slow my gentle whispers.

the silence is not death, but only the earth
taking it’s deserved rest – let me lull you,
let me calm you – let me never get tired of it.