|Out of the Blue
Now and then it happens,
often in March, the sun
a dazzle in the bare aspens.
Blown from clouds
hidden behind Bethel Ridge,
snow will fall out of the blue
like sparks, a swarm of glitter,
floating first as feathers,
then cool specks on your cheek,
like tears from far away.
youre listing all your failings.
The next, youre with your lover
on a gravel bar,
showered in a confetti of light.