deep warm cozy

how often does it happen
that time
looks like, feels like,
fresh snow
on a grassy hillside?

dive in, wake-up &

giggle together until
the snow flakes

think play––
flop into the snow
roll around
like a storm,
make an angel
in a hollow,
fly up, & whistle
on a pine branch
like the sun

forget the strain,
the struggle, the
tightness in the muscle
& bone––
experience the worlds
within worlds of every
second, the far horizon
of each hour & the
universes of possibility
in each other’s

& oh, how easily
we disappear,
once we remember how,
to bask in the
deep warm cozy