I watch the sweet perfection in
the big snow flakes that fall
I see one ideal creation
manifested in them all

I observe the exquisite rhyme
in that poetry from the sky
adore a  masterpiece of nature
in the billions that fly

I watch crystalline transcendence
beyond the barrier of the drifts
and I sense it in the winter's  breeze
as it gusts and gently lifts

I rejoice the sweet perfection in
these cold flames upon my face
because the molecules of heaven
have now fallen into place



It is for such beautiful lines that I trot the blogosphere patiently,
very nice lines.

Blasphemous Aesthete
Anonymous said…
like the mystical quality of this one. nice picture too
Thank you for your kind words. I like the picture too Mamta :)