tilted

sit inside
the distance
(between the sun and the earth)
where snowflakes are born
beautiful
lone
crystalline droplets
each unique
from the next
none like another
the ground seemed cold
but will warm when lined
with the pages of books
and the sparks of the mandolin
the beauty and magic
of the season
has left you saturated
soaked through to the skin
unbutton it from yourself
peel off the layers
and leave only your nakedness
hang it out to dry
and trust
the distance
(between the sun and the earth)
the gravity
that will keep you on the ground
and upright once again

you came like thunder, stayed like christmas, and you feel better than the sun
-chris robinson