Song

So silent among the leaves this song
so silently covering trees

in snow. So slow into our palms

it could rest. Sad because it can be held.
It moves through trees empty

of birds and ponds stuck

in the moon covering
our footsteps—it is a dream

there are angels falling from the sky
covering our bodies in a naked white.

The song waits among the many leaves, shy,

waiting for us to be clothed.
It waits among many small fallen things.

It waits, singing let go,
let go of the sky

embracing us singing