A woman once fell upon the snow,
Her heart asking the sky for answers.
The lake spread out in silence
As trees framed each question.
Every part of her surroundings
Accepted her, unconditional.
The sky watched her make angels
In the soft keeping snow.
The tops of the trees shushed her
With a lullaby of pine needles.
The path beside her feet
Asked nothing of her.
And the rock at her back
Kept vigil all the while.
There is a place in the deep woods
That will hold the memory of
The falling of a woman
On the snow.