Snowscape

Snow falling gently
Almost reluctantly in a still silence,
 Draws me in a dance of softly shifting currents,
Holding me captive in a moment's breath, to see 
​The tiny waffling snowflake, somehow
Laying claim to time and space.

Emblazoned in its own frozen beauty,
Existing as arrayed offering
For the brushed white landscape that awaits.

 It surrenders

Merging in perfectly layered symmetry
To crown the scattered deadfall.
Everything— tattered remains and  wearied ways, 
All— newly dressed in crystalline magnificence.

Earth and I refreshed
In the transfiguration.

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