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

It’s not what you have

Where you’re from or how you’re made

It’s who you become

When I’m in this ground

Frozen bones turning to stone

You will still be here

There is no progress

There is only compromise

Is this the right one?

Distant mountain peaks

Shining as the sun sets peach

The saucer moon peeps

My empty echoes

Slump against this hollow trunk

A bottomless pit