You, meaning in the plural sense
that no matter what I'm doing
there's something about a first snowfall
and sunlight on things
outside the windows, but not on birds.
My heart, my head swirls with
the tiny details of you
like a snowglobe, some having
glitter for the sparkle, or
for the spark of life which is
all of you that I love.
Good is the morning when
thinking Sunday thoughts of
the people in my life,
even those who are gone
and sunlight does not fill
my heart with this ice called cold.