A Weekend of Snowfall

Sometimes it takes a bad thing

To realize I'm worthy of light

As winter flowers are.

It's not always malignant flames,

Watching for its turn to swallow.

With daunting change, there's opportunity

To stir through blizzards and emerge


The upcoming storms won't subside

And neither will my passage—no.

A weekend of snowfall,

A lifetime of alteration;

Slush feeding those winter flowers.


Signs poking out from frigid distraction

Invite me to see through the icy flakes.

I'm worth much more.

Sometimes it takes a bad thing.