Noel by Mikey 2

Up on the northern shoreline one then two they fell frozen coast deserted noone there to tell tumbling spiraling three then four they fell making their landfall silent light and soft and chill Now comes a town dog barking chasing flakes and smells with a stooped gray haired companion sweeping for coins and shells ambling scampering blue sand gray pastel at the edge of the world intoning some strange and new noels Now see their numbers growing dusting land and sea shrouds of white, forgiving given so we might see you covering everything sea and you and me you don’t need me anymore you won’t need me anymore