Snow Pt. 3
from Ships of Sticks and Twine - EP by Chris Rubeo

Hum, hum, a rowin' tune
set soft against the pale moon
paling at the wild and blue
Dumbstruck gaping while she moves where she moves

She was called, called to her winter tomb
Nestled in her bedroom
Socks and a book and red hue
If you'd ask me I would rescue you

She fell down laughing into a pile of snow
and said I wonder where the leaves go
and how anything could ever grow
in the frozen earth buried beneath the cold.