That evening stars
fell as snow
cocooned by chirping
branches and the leaf I’d mistook
earlier for a little brown bird
with breaths like the feathered flight
of gathering cumulus at dark, marking
the last time you’d be wreathed
in heartbeat and blood.
I radiated warmth as a second skin
of flakes melted into a thin
sweat for your small soul.
By morning, flurried drifts