Sunday, March 5, 2006

Crystalline Wonder

Fluffy frozen vapors

Gently drifting from the sky

Soft, delicate, pristine

A snowflake on my jacket sleeve

In six pointed perfection

Accumulating on forest green branches

Transforming the night into a magical wonderland

Continuing to gather

Strength in numbers

One minuscule white crystal meets another

And another and another and another

Forms a bone crushing substance

Until Strong men are brought to their knees

Great Cities are brought to a stand-still

Tiny, white fluffs of frozen

Rain down silence

Broken by the crunch of boots and the swish of tires

Broken by the sight of its mass

I gaze out into blinding whiteness

Weary with a bone aching weariness

Shovel in hand

1 comment:

  1. All that beauty - but when you get us really close with a shovel, it loses some of it's sparkle. I was out with a shovel a bit yesterday too.