I settle for less than snow,
Try to go gracefully like seasons go
Which will regain their ground –
Ditch, hill and field – when a new year comes round.
Now I know everything:
How winter leaves without resenting spring,
Lives in a safe time frame,
Gives up so much but knows he can reclaim
All titles that are his,
Fall out for months and still be what he is.
I settle for less than snow:
High only once, then no way up from low,
Then to be swept from drives.
Ten words I throw into your changing lives
Fly like ten snowballs hurled:
I hope to be, and will, long for this world.