A billion snowflakes fallen down; the sky’s pale light sings them aground.
A population filled with wist over winter’s grey-ness, quiet bliss.
Each one designed of fractal flair; together in surrounding air
covering grass and plants and trees
woven in a blanket freeze.
In silence of a winter sleep
until the sun and tulips peep.
Then drips of water feed the ground and life returns in sights and sound.
And something made so singular moves in tandem in the world.
Solitary beauty at its birth –
flowing through to share its worth.
And so in moments cold, dispersed- all in beauty shown diverse
leads to something else, embrace it differently someplace.