Snow is time to think

I leave with the air - I shake my white snow at the fleeing sun
I unravel my flesh in swirls of foam,
I give myself to the dust to grow in the herbs I love;
If you want to see me again, look for me under your feet.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean;
Nevertheless I will be for you good health
And I will filter and compose your blood.
And if you can't find me, don't be discouraged;
What is not in one part is in another
Somewhere I'll be waiting for you.

Vitor leoonardi