Cover me with white

Sheets conceal every blemish

Absence creates beauty

Follow the oak trees

Marching to the horizon

Where spring’s secrets lie

I awoke in white

A fresh slate, clean my mistakes

Look towards the light

Underneath the snow

Stamen, stem, leaf and anther

Curled up in tight bulbs

If the snow should melt

The rivers awayward run

When I’m lost, I’ve won