Snowfall

The downfall of purity smooths the panorama before me.  Hiding faults, covering vices, cloaking the unwanted.

Creation pulls the covers back on, "five more minutes of sleep."

Listlessly falling

Silently screaming toward impact.

Dead hiss and whisper their secrets as a crystal army crashes upon them.

Every corner smoothed

Every hard edgemadeinfinite

Clouds breath    a dance    into the sky.

Eddies cartwheel before settling

,exhausted,

Upon the earth.

An expiriment with words.