Snowflakes in Spring

a life of love

You spent youth
Trapped where the water met the shore
With gangly limbs
Climbing up a tree
And finding bugs in ancient ground

Your life was pretty
But small as the size of your foot
That wore your grandma's old shoes

Always hiding in the lake
And fishing with your Nanna
In an old white boat
You accidently fell in at sixteen

Your clothes never fit quite right
And your hair always smelt of muddy water

Forever having dirt on your face
And running in the woods
Playing with whomever talked back
Immersed in the woods

The wind followed you
In every turn
Asking in
Whispers and in whistles
Of how you are doing?
At now, only eighteen

Watching you play with the idea
Of never going anywhere

As if the lake
Could be yours forever

Then suddenly you are 43
Living inside an old oak tree
With a home the same as Nannas
By the lake

You follow the books
And perceive the ways of the creek

Playing with flowers in your wake

The beauty behind all the messy hair
Is just a girl
Living within the earth
Capturing the glorious
Marks that life
Had left her