Strange Summer Snow
-Gabrielle Louise

When I die won't you carry me up the canyons of stone
where the light echoes like the prettiest song--
and cast out my ashes, a strange summer snow
spinning down on the current that'll carry me home.

And if you can't find me: look under your boot-soles.
Pick up a fist-full and be at peace.

I'll water the almond tree, it's roots are my own--
mirror the branches, where sweet blossoms grow.
Come and gather the petals, in the pale moon they glow,
Shaking down on the green grass like a strange summer snow.

And if you can't find me: look under your boot-soles.
Pick up a fist-full and be at peace.

In a basket they're carried with wicker and wine
to give to a lover on her wedding night.
Oh, they're tossed like confetti, a new baby cries and moans
while everyone's barefoot and dancing in a strange summer snow