A symphony plays
And my breath can, at last, slow
As a peace descends

Staff, raft, wall, or meal

Endless its purposes seem

Like its skyward reach

The sky breathes warm wind
O’er the cold, colorless ground
Life rises once more

A whisper deadens
Fades before it can be heard
Over the fresh snow

Fair skies overhead

Cannot end the mind’s fierce storm

But they can calm it

The curling waves crash
Their foam sneaks between my toes
Then quickly recedes

The smell of warm green
Meets my long-deadened senses
And I awaken

The horizon nears
Full of wonder and promise
Like the night’s first star