drenched in sunlight, but still your pale, milky white
your cold initially bites but is soon followed by warmth
cool our blood, comfort our covered skin
blanket our earth for as long as you can
soon you'll no longer surround our knees
but gliding in light waves, approach our ankles
cutting a path through blades of yellowed grass
first you trickle, then gain speed
first you move alone, then en masse
start as a stream, slowly become a river
gush through our yards and down our neighborhood streets
turn our homes into islands and the surrounding sidewalk into beach
blue skies overhead, grey water at our feet
i'll lay my bones by your icy shore
so you can wash them clean