Snow dusts the hills
Rice flour on sourdough crust
Endless patterns
In burnished bronze
No subject
No object
No meaning
The explorer’s
Essential pleasure
Existential textures
Snow dusts the hills
Rice flour on sourdough crust
Endless patterns
In burnished bronze
No subject
No object
No meaning
The explorer’s
Essential pleasure
Existential textures
Water’s souciant song
White as the snow still falling
Nature’s whisper: shhhhhhhh
A blanket of newness
Illuminated by the glow
Soon to become
Yesterday’s sun
Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
And carries dreams
From valleys high
They tumble down
Right by my side
And gather in
The pools below
So deep and cold
In eddies slow
I have just the small talent
To capture in image
And evoke in word
An incomprehensible
Perfection
Others find their way to gentle currents
Return to form from which they spawned
Then seek again the path to sky
Transform, renewed, to lightest flakes
And try once more for beauty’s grace