
couldn’t be that simple
bury our guilt in pure snow
let it melt away

couldn’t be that simple
bury our guilt in pure snow
let it melt away

don’t tell the cactus
about the polar vortex
blooming in the storm
all can be a joy to the world
just by being who they are
winter loosens grip |
a whole day above freezing |
snow is almost gone

frozen snow packed roads
roughness of newly plowed clods
jarring all things loose