I needed this, it’s true.
First of flurries falling, try to be blue
Each flake, a million chances
I sit, watch their unique little dances
Try to be blue, you can’t, this
spectacular show demands this
You owe them after all, each flake, they fall for you
They wait for you to coo, they wait, you usually do
Busy lives forget the snow, busy lives miss this show
Don’t busy yourself with getting there,
Remember you have time to spare
For the flakes that fall for you
The potential for redo, gifted a new palette
Nothing but new ground you haven’t yet met
Time for you to join the specks
The freshly laid trail just waiting for treks
But to make a new path, you must move
Beyond summer scars, beyond the falls bruise
For the indents of footsteps past prove
That old love will never pull through
Are you scared, will you sit and
let this chance pass you by?
Or do you dare dance and
Thank God you gave it a try?