Lying flat on my back,
Eyes straight heavenward,
Despite the snow, my body - warm,
Enveloped in my thick puffy parka, snow pants, gloves.
Furling white flakes - crystals, appear from blackness,
I'd have to blink when they landed just right.
Then, with eyes closed, I listen - stillness.
The frosty feathers land lightly upon my cheeks,
Reflections click and twitch at the contact.
A million falling stars. I lived those days.
I heard the silent snow, muffled, talk in my ear.
The mysteries of the heavens revealed.
Crusty crystal castles, reigning atop another,
Time stopped. Everything stopped.
But the flakes, they continue to fall.
Nothing else moved.
Just the soft heave of my chest
And the twitch on my face when the snow touched just right.
The flakes, my chest and the twitch of my cheek.
In my old gray stuffed parka, hat, gloves, snow pants, boots.
My eyes and heart stark, shooting skyward.
The silent sky fell.
The flakes, they spoke.
Time stood still.