Nature's Mystery

Do you love the soundless speech of snow

Or the tender words that scrap your neck,

Can you feel the waves of sound close

Do I have the cloud of silver.

Does the fox have fire in its stomach, or reap the benefits it owes

Why can't I see the light o darkness, in those misty snow cones.

Skies of satin paint my spirit,

Bitter orange stings my tongue,

I do not feel so alone when the river bends,

And my taste sparks brighter than young.

Seems of closed earmuffs,

I think these things will grow wings,

Our homes are in a postcard,

Can you hear the maple tree sing?