Winter

Falling

In this air

They called it winter

The word dripping

From the sky

And I fell,

In this winter.

As I looked up

I named the sky

I told it so,

And whispered softly,

That I would never look away.

While the ground

Wrapped me

In its barren arms

The frost

Sealed the world

In a nameless envelope.

But a single word

Twisted into being

Somewhere in the highest part

Of the atmosphere.

This word stepped lightly

Down the staircase of stars

To hold the world

In its delicate palm.

I looked into the face

Of this word.

It was familiar,

Something I’d counted a friend

So long ago.

It reached down

And pulled me up,

Telling me its name

In a voice like roses.

Its name

Was Sunlight.