Maryn gave me this poem to read. It reminded me a bit of a poem that Josh posted a little while ago. Josh. Buddy. This is for you:

Stones in the Snow

To write a poem is
Finding stones in the snow -
Straining to see the nights,
Waiting to hear the winds,
Trying to smell the rain,
Stretching to touch the sun,
All these have turned
And borne them.
Snowflakes tasted are words
Which carry them.

-Bernice B. Levchuk