Summertime Snows
I blinked through brazen times and subtle steps. I paced my way through plans, plows and breaths. Roads and clouds cloaked the bezel ticks, And now faded on my face all past ink rests. I now know not what time tomorrow holds Nor how petals bloomed and sprang across my wolds. But hands that cradled me in days gone by, Poured rain to seed my barren land. Of that, I know. All my ink will dry and white my hair will grow. In times my back will hunch, and frail my eyes will glow. And I will carry my steps past friend and blood and foe I will watch the land bred once give fruit-laden boughs. And if no fruit at all my barren land sows, And if my hands return, furrowed to the brows If seasons steal my days, and all my summertime snows Favored I will stand, raised by gentle hands; I fall to wrinkled palms, where all their grace bestows.
