Hold on

to snowfall moments.
Wear Spring’s damp
quilted padding.

We don’t need the sky
every day of our lives
singing the sun like a choir.

We don’t need a seat
In the sunlight.
Lift your face to gray,

and feel the tattered patches
of snow like wishes falling
on your face only.

Call it lucky.
Call it March
for footprints,

big boots
to step into.

Tape it to the mirror.