All at Once

 All at once

Those clouds gather 

to please me, I am sure

Tease shapes in pure pink allure

pregnant bellies ready to burst

frosty flakes in the billions

All at once I am four again

Sat in window waiting. 

Vision fading as snow was invading

every crevice of my little mind

potent anticipation brewing

innocently queuing behind ice on 

thermal glazing

Waiting

for the first cover to settle. 

The blank sheet to paint on

With my sticky arms and 

pipe cleaner legs

Angels

Silent angels

Before anyone else was awake 

The sea of white was mine to sail

New coasts to conquer

dunes to wander 

Alone

With every flake

Unique to me and itself

Pink clouds against dark morning skies 

The call so faint only I could hear

clear crystal summoning of 

small people

still believing in miracles

 

Belly full of awe so raw

just one sound remains

The gestational wait in 

Silence

The most beautiful sound of all

is the call of the soon to be born

falling snow

I am old now

Bones wary of the walks I have walked

the talks I have talked 

Thoughts I have thought

But all at once 

I am four again

Listening for the snow in the

expectant growth of the pink clouds

against the night blue sky

Silent snow

bridging time

with the ease of truth descending

not ending here but mending the cracks

that I have made

and those that were given me

In the silvery pink diamond mornings

All is good

All at once

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