HEARING THE SNOW V2

When the lights go out at night,

You can hear the snow begin to fall.

    You can hear the outside color white,

    And the way the pine winds stall.

You can hear the sound of death

And feel the silence in the air

    As the solar system holds its breath,

    And moonlight freezes on the stair.

Crystals of the cosmic powers

Light the tips of forest trees

    As the storm’s dark matter flowers,

    Protecting us from open seas,

Star foam of the solar tide

Staring in at us inside

    While the laces of the planet mesh:

    The laundry of the clouds made flesh.