Hail,
Hail
Tiny
crystals
Falling
fast
Inside
I’ll go
Where
it’s safe
To
drift in sound,
With
ear agape
I’ll
listen closely,
As
pellets dance
Atop
roofs of tin
Igniting
the symphonic in
Clink-a-clink,
clink, clink, clink-a-clink
As
each note plays
I
wonder where
The
first note hailed.
