Summer sky full of the deepest of blues,
I’m under cottonwood trees without my shoes.
White fluff falls through the air real slow,
I feel the kiss of cottonwood snow.
Distancing myself from noise that’s amassed,
I can sort through my crazy mind at last.
A layer of white, soft beneath toes,
I kick my feet through cottonwood snow.
I take hold of each thought and weigh its worth,
Keeping some, and tossing the rest to earth.
I close my eyes as the sun treads slow,
Dancing barefoot in cottonwood snow.