Faith Flurries

Today, in crisp morning,
I remember You
As fresh, falling flakes
Slow-dance the old into new
And the rain that fell hard,
Pelting my yesterday,
Drifts into the promise
Of all tomorrow may
Be or bring or become
You paint white with hope
Over the madness and chaos;
The night in which I couldn’t cope
Yields to a blank canvas horizon
And a future yet unwritten
But filled with the potential
Of a rock that is smitten
Yet gushes again.
Even if this is merely a tender goodbye
In gratitude, my heart overflows
In tune with the snow-laden sky.