Snow Born From Flames

A soft song fills my ears and I can see a gentle breeze disturbing the trees
The air in the house is still, not yet having mixed with the wind
I step outside and as fresh air fills my lungs, an ache of discomfort and a wave of relief overtake me

The bulbs in the paper bags have all sprouted, the leaves yellow from a lack of sunlight
Ash and dirt cover my hands as I bury the paperwhites further into the earth
I cover the soil with the leaves and flowers of seasons past,
Allowing death to pave the way for life

As the sky begins to clear and unseen flames are put to rest
An uneasy peace fills our city as it slowly comes back to life
The ash falling from the sky has begun to settle,
Creating a thin layer of off white on everything exposed to the sky

It may be January, but it will never get cold enough for morning frost here
This is the closest we will get to snow in LA

I can only wish for Hollyhocks

Alt title: I'm sorry

Although no words were ever shared between us
and sweet nothings never graced our lips
it was as if time had stopped and the world waited
for us to finally kiss

And though that time never did come
you still weigh heavy in my mind
in the memories of too high cliffs and jagged rocks
in tall mountains and snowy hills
in that cove on the beach still littered with rocks
in the ocean that waits and the waves that linger
in the pines that grow taller and the nights that get colder
in the dark sky up above littered with the same stars that spoke to us that night

And though that time never did come
our memories still come to remind me
remind me of what might have been
in the glances that lingered just a little too long
in all the messages we sent too late in the night
in every joke that seemed a little bit off
and every time our hands brushed from walking too close
I am reminded of the messages we never sent
and the confessions that were never shared
of the future that could have been,
if you just hadn't moved up the coast.

A Bed of Tall Grass and a House Built from Pine

I hear the wind as it whispers my name
Its low and loud as it whistles, come home
The sky is obscured as I wish for rain
Feel the rushing rivers their banks outgrown

My heart was left behind in the mountains
In the birds songs, so sweet so free of strife
In the waterfalls that act like fountains
In the sway of the trees, full of wildlife

Far out in the wilderness I am free
Standing in icy water from the creek
Walking barefoot the wild roses scratch me
Fields full of herds of deer no longer meek

Aspen birch and pine cover hills above
Starlit skies light this country that I love