(All writing published here is owned by me unless cited otherwise.)
There was some day we were
Walking back home and the
Snow was falling softer than the
The trees were tipped white,
Stretched up lifetimes above us and I
Told you I felt like Moses,
Praying through the Red Sea.
But you said oh this isn’t a miracle,
We’re just living life.
You told me later that you
Thought I knew you weren’t talking about the trees.