tiny
winter
flowers
full of geometry.
Simple
beauty
of lines and angles,
sleeping clouds
that steel
colors
from trees
and rocks
and fields.
I celebrate your lightness.
Pure
heavy
blanket,
your
cold army
of flakes
quiets
the land
and
lets nature rest
her
weary wand.
Exclusive
and greedy,
you
wreak havoc
on hillsides
and
with
the wind
you smother my breath.
Come again
and rest,
sparkling
winter
fountain
and mask
the world of men
with your
clean white canvas.
Smooth
our
sharp edges
as you
drift downwards
and
sculpt
the deep wonders
that will
quench
thirsty spring.
Do
not
fear the
earth
or
people
for we
anxiously await
your
swift arrival
each
year.
2005
