Now that it’s almost Spring, I thought I’d honor my favorite part of Winter…
Snowflakes swirl down from a midnight sky,
whipped cream spirals in a bowl of indigo.
This glowing cornucopia unravels into silver needles
of splintered light, tiny crystalline doilies, saucered tales
from Pacific swells, Gulf Streams eons old,
phantom cauldrons rising up to bitter cold,
churned by Alberta Clippers, El Niños, Nor’ Easters,
mountains of air with volcanic force
as vicious and blue as hurled steel beams; yet
these latticed keys from distant rooms ride as
lightly as butterfly wings. Each hexagonal dream,
uniquely knitted by whispers of thought,
giggles down and adds its price to the muted ground,
to perhaps be wondered at briefly
before disappearing forever.
Are those pictures are real snowflakes? They are absolutely beautiful!!
Yes, they are, and they are beautiful, aren’t they?
Snowflakes are absolutely wonderful, and as your last line suggests totally impermanent as are all things.
Very nice, thank you.
Hello Ron- …And hopefully we won’t have snowflake weather for awhile! Nice to see you.
David
Beautiful! Can’t wait for next winter, kidding!
Tricia
You truly captured their essence with your words! What a delightful read David! The pictures were awesome too! What a wonderful farewell post to winter!
Thank you Desiree- You are very sweet. Happy Spring to you. D
Hi,
I was attracted to your blog by its beautiful name and enjoyed reading your recent entries. I found you via indeterminacy and glad that I did.
Princess Haiku- Thank you for stopping by. I need to visit Indeterminacy. I’m glad to hear he is back again.
this article is really amazing
Sharaf- What about it is amazing? And were you referring to the poem or the later article on flow?
The moon is gone.
She fled as dawn approached.
Dawn as a slowly opening eye.
White sea birds skimming over the water,
looking for an early morning snack.
The mirror brightens.
From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror
reflecting waking life…