Flake

Sing away the snow lest it wander lost across the moors into Avalon
Icy Flake and speck falls with the velvet softness of butterfly wings
Fall into this new spring, with hopes for warmth contained in eager heart
And no frogs sing this day and no birds fly; and I shall wait by the window
Drawing on pictures of warmth from my thoughts till the snow subsides
And summer is finally come and the grey curtain pulls back to a new dawn