Cold, white snow
cover me,
in a blanket of purity
with flakes of truth
that are unique.
Cover me
so that I may rest
untroubled
beneath your softness,
dormant, safe, undisturbed.
I know spring will come
and I will
burst into life again
but for now
cover me.
©1988 Sharron R. McMillan
hernibs 