You say songs sung in the snow
strip the heartstrings bare,
withering in white
in the light they share.
But the cold, too, can be warmed
in the echoes of our ears;
for the breeze, too, can soothe
the loneliness of our fears.
I’m still sliding through shadows
in the harmonies we share,
clinging out-of-tune
like a melody in the air.
