When the snow
falls upwards
floating toward
the sky
I will celebrate
all those who
live and take joy
in the living
but when
the squirrels
hide their nuts
in coat pockets
I will mourn
all those lost
never to be found
and when beavers
fix potholes
I will rejoice
with all those
who have found
true love
Please don’t forget
to lay flowers on graves
when hawks fly low
to pay their regrets