Baptism by Snow

They always

write cliches

like the Snow was

white

against the 

black sky.

The sky isn't quite black when it snows.

More of a 

gray.

Silver.

With the snow glistening as it falls.

Falling like rain drops-

like gum drops-

We always said in our childhood.

Drops fall

white

against my jacket

black 

as a heavy duty trash bag.

(It looks like one too.)

But it keeps me warm as I catch 

snow

in the palm of my hand.

Each drop melts.

Melts.

Disappears.

Comfort.

With each

snow

splash

in the palm of my hand;

I say:

-a name

-a worry

-a secret

He has given me a

gift: snow.

Baptism by snow:

Each drop melts.

Melts.

Disappears.

Comfort.