Snow After Rain

Rain before snow

the creek fast in the valley

under its own breath

on a wooded ridge between streams

we hear the train 

calling behind us and we know

a muffling snow

soon will calm our hungering souls

convinced we can see

Pegasus flying in the white wings of mist

a flight of ideas

for the mind is a wind in the sky

and we can glide

over the valley we know so well

and see a kingdom

we were right about the snow

which falls on us now

like an amnesty in a land of the quick

fires in our heads

hearts pumping wild unto breaking

all of it never enough.