it beckoned to me so softly
a grace reserved for those who sit;
wait for death, it waited for me.

tousling my hair at times, or
waking up to a kiss, saying
“look outside! it’s begun to snow”

time was a holy blessing then,
the serenity i needed
did not wait for me in my dreams

to not soil it’s purity
I waited a year and a day
to take my first hobbling steps

the soles of my feet burned with cold
my soul flushed with a tender warmth
melting snowflakes to mix with tears

my home and my heart are changing
twisting, growing in strange new ways
getting prepared for the journey