We step over burgundy oak leaves
breathe sky through bare branches
and gather pine cones for your basket.
You say you smell snow.
I smile, amused.
We’ve always been amazed by the way
you smell rain before it comes.
Through Cities and layers of sky
you tilt your tiny nose to the heavens
and nod with that knowing way.
I think of you as a baby, that day
you came into our world.
The white fell in big flakes
on my face, smelled like new, like you
falling into my life.