That’s as gentle as it gets
a feathered touch a silent blow
particulate and delicate
with luck it never shows
falling down
letting go
of everything that I know
In the freshly falling snow
just a touch of cold
about the eyes
it melts away
until it don’t
falling down
and letting go
and absolutely no-one knows
except the freshly falling snow
look up
look up
look up
look up
in the freshly falling snow
Why Claw and fight and spit?
Call an angel to the ground
Her wings will obfuscate and beat
I’ll be lost and never found.
after the cold
a warming glow
I hear
it’s a gentle way to go
falling down
letting go
and absolutely no-one knows
except the freshly falling snow.
© 2020 rob Hinkal