White clay on the frozen ground
No one makes a single sound
Slipping past the apple tree
Cold as any winter sea
Drifting through the orchard white
Gleaming in the purple light
Ceramic heart in velvet snow
Nowhere left for it to go
Handle chipped and painted blue
Sinking where the frost is new
Gliding on a silver sheet
Where the ice and garden meet
Drifting through the orchard white
Gleaming in the purple light
Ceramic heart in velvet snow
Nowhere left for it to go
Snapshot of a broken rim
Winter air is sharp and slim
Tumbling down the frozen hill
Everything is standing still
Drifting through the orchard white
Gleaming in the purple light
Ceramic heart in velvet snow
Nowhere left for it to go
Cold glaze on a winter bed
Over where the leaves are red
Tumbled from a shaking hand
Across a white and salted land
Hold the shutter, lock the view
Everything is crisp and new
Hardened clay and frozen grit
This is where the pieces fit
Dusk is falling heavy gold
Story of the winter told
Burying the coffee stain
Waiting for the April rain
Drifting through the orchard white
Gleaming in the purple light
Ceramic heart in velvet snow
Nowhere left for it to go
Nowhere left to go
Just the velvet snow
Click, flash, gone!