Unwrapping

Unwrapping the gift of each word.
Every time finding something new
Within layer upon layer, like grace.
Maybe even a shovel of snow.
Light, fluffy, tender, revealing
What has been hidden beneath.
And changed by the effort with
Puffs of breath coming and rosy
Cheeks, ready for the next adventure.
Because it is all a gift to be savored.
To take one day, one moment at a time.
Til we see something we never knew.
Finding ourselves once again in the layers.