Pearls in Wintertime

Grandma gave her pearls to the eldest, but you didn't need oysters when you had the world;  when the forest greeted you as family, and your frolics left foot-printed poetry in the dirt.  You were always more interested in giving, anyway, so that even when the twigs tore your hair, you made a blessing of it; passing down some pearls of your own.


a gift to nature
becomes one with the winter;
soon to be melted,
but not forgotten–
nor remembered.