Song for Heidi

Can you hear snow flakes

turn and sift towards

the ground,

still white flecks speak with

ease, crystal packets

of secret fluff

cold cotton whispers

soft, becomes

meltwater,

too brief aloft we

disappear like

white trails

in this rare

quiet,

shall we drift or ford sky’s

swift current, traverse life's

blue river, sing brave and

wild all way

down?